When I got up, I could see Gran sitting in the old wooden rocking chair in the shade of the back porch of the old farmhouse, snapping green beans. I liked watching her do things like that. It was comforting. It brought me back to my childhood, where things were so much easier.
I heard, “You gonna stand there or are you coming outside?” I hadn’t realized she knew I was standing just inside the wooden screen door. I pushed it open and went outside.
“How’d you know I was there?” I asked.
“Same as always. I have eyes in the back of my head.”
I’d heard that since I began coming here. None of us ever figured out how she knew, but she always did.
“One of these days I’m gonna snatch you bald and find where those magical eyes are that I’ve been hearing about all these years.” I leaned down to
