Henry
The next morning, Gram awoke me in her usual fashion.
“Get up! Get up!” she said banging on my door. “You think just because you were out all night on your date, you can’t do the chores?”
“Out all night?” I said incredulous. “I was home before eight.”
“Whatever loverboy,” she said. “Get your butt ready. Now.”
Oh, my God. It was four am. Four. I had read old people get up early, but this was ridiculous. I dragged myself to the shower, rinsed myself off, got dried and got dressed. I don’t even think I washed my hair. I was so tired, I skipped like half my grooming rituals.
I got downstairs and poured myself a cup of coffee. She was already cleaning the plate she ate breakfast on. She gestured to some bacon and eggs on the table.
“Hurry up and eat,” she said. “We go
