“Alvin! Wait up!” You sure you don’t want a ride?” Grandfather called from the top of the stairs.
“Did he just call me Alvin?” I thought to myself. Grandfather never and I mean never calls me by name. It is son, boy, kid, you, and just about any other nondescript title other than Alvin.
He said something else about running in the house, but I was already heading out the front door and I heard him call after me. I’m not real sure, but I believe he said, “Don’t be gone too long Alvin!”
“What the heck was that all about?” I asked myself while running from the house as fast as my shoes would move me.