I wrote this a while back and need your feed back. So here we go.
“Granny, Granny, I missed you so much,” my youngest grandchild said as she wrapped herself around my leg and I hung tight to the railing going up the steps.
Lounging in the doorway is another grandchild, Julie, thirteen going on thirty with hormones raging; so pretty, I worry about her.
“What is it with her, Gran?” Julie said, “since you live twenty feet away, you were here this morning and now she greets you as if she hasn’t seen you in a month.”
“You did the same exact thing when you were young, just the way your sisters did so please pick up my work, honey.”
Both girls eyes widen to say “Oh, Granny, a new story for us?” I smile my mysterious Granny smile and say, “Follow me,” and Julie pretends she isn’t interested yet she leans on the door frame reluctant to leave.
I ignore her, open the briefcase, pull out a sheaf of papers, clear my throat and begin to read A Leg Up On Sisyphus.
“You know about him, Gran? and I summon all the wisdom I can project, lift one eyebrow and say, “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Actually, a friend at the library got me interested in mythology and how to make it fun so hush and listen because this is about a man who did a lot of bad stuff and I want you to learn.”
Julie doesn’t know this is for her since she’s studying Greek Mythology and having a hard time.
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