Grandpa, Tabby and I had a good breakfast. Tabby and I cleared the table, then washed the dishes. While doing that, Tabby asked me:
“Would you like to play cribbage after this, Mark?”
I said, “Sure, that sounds like fun. How about you, Grandpa?” I asked, looking back to him in his chair at the table.
“No, thanks, kids. I’ve got something I’m working on in my workshop. You all have fun. Don’t worry about me,” he said. At that, Grandpa stood up and walked across the kitchen to the door to his workshop. “Thanks for doin’ the dishes,” he said, with a smile, then he entered his workshop and closed the door behind him.
Tabby and I had seen Grandpa working on a set of shelves for Tabby’s room, painted blue, her favorite color. Grandpa had told me they were for Tabby, and Tabby figured as much. “They’ll be neat when they’re finished, don’t you think so, Mark?”
“Yep, they will. Everything Grandpa makes is neat,” I said.
“Yeah, he’s a good ol’ Grandpa,” she said.
We sat down at the table, playing cards for a while. “You can deal,” I said.
“Okay, thanks,” Tabby said. She shuffled the cards, and dealt them out. We played a few hands, alternating the deal with each hand.
“What are you going to do, this afternoon?” Tabby asked.
“I’m going to read a book,” I said.
“That sounds like a good idea,“ Tabby said. “Maybe, I will, too!”
We played out the rest of our card game. Tabby won, as usual.
“You gonna’ go read your book now, Mark?” She said.
“Yep.” And I walked down the hall and then up the stairs to my bedroom. My dog, Old Hank, was already in my room, laying on the bed, with the sun shining on him through the window.
“Hey, Hank. Move over a bit.” I laid down on my bed, as Old Hank adjusted. I probably won’t last long, I thought to myself. I’m full. I reached out to grab the book, on the window sill, but didn’t even start reading, before I fell asleep.