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“Hey, my friends and I want to adopt you into our club,” my brother Andy told me one fall day.
In the late 1970s, he was seven years my junior, and I was a teenager. Having nothing better to do, I followed him out of the house and into the garage, which had once been a carriage house. Upstairs, where the hay mow used to be, the floor was all wood with a rectangular hole near the entrance, now covered with a blanket. “Here, step on the blanket,” Andy instructed, as his friends looked on.
Despite my limited vision, I knew the blanket concealed the hole, and if I were to step on it, like the hay pitched in the good old days, I would go down, down, down, to land with a thud on the floor below, and so I declined, realizing some clubs weren’t worth joining.
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Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above true story with her six-sentence prompt word for this week, “club.” You can click here to participate in this week’s hop and read other bloggers’ six-sentence creations.
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New! Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me
Copyright 2021 by Abbie Johnson Taylor.
Independently published with the help of DLD Books.
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Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.
After some research, Natalie learns that people with dementia often have vivid memories of past events. Still not wanting to believe what her grandmother has told her, she finds her biological father online. The resemblance between them is undeniable. Not knowing what else to do, she shows his photo and website to her parents.
Natalie realizes she has some growing up to do. Scared and confused, she reaches out to her biological father, and they start corresponding.
Her younger sister, Sarah, senses their parents’ marital difficulties. At Thanksgiving, when she has an opportunity to see Santa Claus, she asks him to bring them together again. Can the jolly old elf grant her request?
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Good grief! Your brother was a bit of a brat back then. LOL. Smart girl.
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Yes, Andy was a brat back then, but fortunately, he grew up and now teaches physics at a private high school. Will wonders never cease?
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LOL. Well, sounds like he did indeed grow up I could never understand enough of that to study it, let alone teach it.
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