March 25, 2012 04:14:22 PM
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Nina

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When Daddy gets the call that Grandpa is dying, he books a flight for all of us to Wisconsin. Grandpa is eighty-nine and daddy says he has a memory disease. He won’t know who we are and he can’t remember how to do things like open a can of soup or tie his shoes. Sarah, Ella, and me share one suitcase because Daddy worries about the good luggage getting stolen or lost. Ella asks why he has the good luggage if he’s not going to use it and he tells her to just pack light because Grandpa can’t see anyway.###
Wisconsin is gray and blurry. It’s raining when we land at the airport. It takes us an hour to drive out of the city to Grandpa’s house. Daddy makes calls on his cell phone in the back of the taxi. Ella reads while Sarah and I stare out the window and count things, like blue cars and the telephone polls that connect the highway together like stitches. We get there and a fat nurse in a white dress opens the door looking like she doesn’t sleep. Grandpa is yelling something from deep inside the house. The nurse sighs.### "Ambien only makes him more hyper," she says.###
Daddy and Mama follow her down the long carpeted hallway to Grandpa’s bedroom. They tell us to wait here, to turn on the television. On the coffee table is a bowl of funny looking things: a pair of joined metal rings, a cube made up of lots of colored squares, a metal ball inside a little jail, a piece of wood with a trap door on it. I pick up the little wooden thing and move the trap door and there’s a penny under it.###
“It’s a magic trick,” says Ella, and she grabs it from my hand. “Look, I can make the penny disappear.” And she does. My mouth is open wide. ###
“How?”###
“Grandpa was a magician, and he’d never want me to tell you,” she says. I grab it back from her, but then Daddy calls for us to come back and see Grandpa. In his room, Mama is sitting on the bed asking questions. Would you like your slippers? Would you like to go out into the garden? Talking to him like he’s a little kid. I stand in the doorway, trying to balance on one leg.###
“Hi, Grandpa,” says Ella. He is sitting straight up in the bed shaking his arms out from underneath the covers.###
“Nancy? What the—, Tom, tell Nancy to get the hell outta here.” He’s laughing kind of scary like he’s angry, and he’s pointing at Ella. She looks at Daddy and runs out.###
“These my daughters, you remember, Dad?” Daddy says and he waves Sarah and me into the room. We stand with our backs against the wall. Then grandpa sees the thing in my hand. ###
“Come here,” he says. “I can’t take this damn eye patch off until December.” He’s not wearing any eyepatches. I come up to the bed and drop the penny trick into his dried out hand.###
“Want to see some real magic, Nancy?” he says to us. He slides open the trap door and the penny falls out. He puts it back and slides the door closed once more.### “Now wave your hands over it like you seen me do.” I do what he says cause I'm scared. He slides the wood back and it’s not a penny in there anymore, it’s a dime.### Mama says, ohhh. Slowly, Grandpa leans in real close to me and whispers in my ear,
"Promise to get me out of here and I'll teach ya how it's done." Then he holds out the dime to me and winks.

Comments [1]

A sweet and touching story. Excellent writing!

Apr. 01 2012 12:05 PM

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