Grandfather gave my room a thoughtful scanning before asked as if he were thinking out loud, “I thought we talked about this?”
Tugging my pants back off I said to him, “Yeah, look, I’m sorry, Grandfather. I’ll clean it up later! I promise.”
Yeah, I was being a little snot to him, but hey, he had it coming for the way he’d been treating me since my father died and besides, I was in a hurry.
With one leg out of my pants and the other stuck halfway off because I hadn’t taken my shoe back off, I lost my balance and bumped into Grandfather. Despite the fact that we hadn’t really talked in days and knowing that I was still mad at him he helped me get my shoe and pants off. He then offered to help me get changed.
