I got into bed, not even bothering to put on my pajamas. Despite the evenings problems, I was asleep in no time. I dreamed heavily all night. First it was about the day I would finally get to make love with the most important woman in my life. Then it was Mom’s turn in dreamland. Her segment was not so good, however. I was pounding away at Mom when Dad and Jess came into the room and both started beating me to within an inch of my life. I forced myself to wake up and was soon back to sleep, dealing up another sweet fantasy with Jess.
The next day was petty uneventful other than, I went to Dabi’s to check on the car. They were well into the tear down that was necessary for a complete paint and body job. I was really impressed with the speed at which Dabi got the car in the shop. When I praised him all he said was, “All the thanks I need is to be paid.”
“Which is why I am here,” I said.
“It’s all taken care of,” Dabi informed me.
Confused I asked, “What do you mean. You just got the car yesterday afternoon, and I haven’t gotten the money from my account yet.”
“A Francis Tuttle came in first thing this morning, and paid everything in full.”
“Why… How… Really?”
Dabi laughed, “I suggest you talk to your grandma and ask her.”
“Thank you. I will let you get back to work and maybe check back in a week or two,” I said.
“Make it two,” he yelled as I walked out the door.
Grandma T’s house was just a few blocks away, so I made a beeline there. I walked into the house and into the living room where she was watching the afternoon talk shows. “I thought you would be showing up today, tomorrow, at the latest.”
“I’m sure you know why I am here, don’t you?” I inquired.
“Yes. You want to know why I paid Dabi for finishing your car.”
“Exactly. You know I have plenty of money in my account to pay for it myself.”
“Aw,” she smiled. “But, how many driving age grandchildren do you think I have? How many of them have helped me as much as you have. And how many times have you ever complained about the work you do for me?”
“Should I answer them one at a time?”
“Those questions were mostly rhetorical, smarty britches. I will answer the questions myself, though. I have three grandchildren. One is old enough to drive. The other two are still barely old enough to ride bicycles. And being as you are the only one old enough, you too, are the only one that helps me, whenever I need it. I have NEVER heard a single complaint from you.”
“I don’t think I have earned all you have given me,” I pointed out.
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