The Accident
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 8
I managed to sneak in a Val kiss before the cramps ran me out the door. Who ever was running the program had rearranged my closet. Then I remembered.
I couldn’t use the portal where it was, hung out in the middle of space ... so to speak, so ... they moved it ... to my closet. Where my 16 year old sister found me coming out and tattled.
“Mom! He’s hiding out in the closet! He smells like sex!” She ... Grace... The rail stuck her tongue out and gave me the raspberry.
If you have a reasonable relationship with your sibs ... I’ll be willing to trade. Just saying.
“Grace! He’s 18 years old ... of course he’s having sex,” Mom said.
“So...” started Grace, “When I’m 18, I can have sex?”
From the radio ham shack in the basement, boomed Daddy. “No, Grace. You can have sex when you’re forty ... or married.”
“Yeah, Grace,” my older brother, Charles spouted, “Forty or married. Lots of luck on the married part.” He chuckled over his swift repartee. Charles is a comedian in his own mind.
Charles ... mister three hundred pounds and every bit of it fat, wouldn’t get married until he was thirty five, so he had a lot to say.
Grace did manage to find a blind pig and married just after Beauty School.
The only sibling in my family who actually made a name for herself was Marianne ... the youngest ... She always said, “Well ... I could see where you all went wrong.”
“Grace ... I wasn’t hiding in my closet. I was dressing.”
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