We All Killed Grandma
“Mid-afternoon, May, and the sun was finally succeeding in burning away the mists that had made the earlier part of the day cloudy.
But the mists in my mind were still there. Seeing Robin, seeing the apartment hadn’t given me a thing.
One item at a time, I told myself. Let’s find out about that car and get ourselves on wheels if there are still wheels to get onto. Why hadn’t Arch told me about it if I still had it? He’d been taking me some places in his Chevvie convertible and he knew I’d been t...aking taxis the rest of the time.
I walked down to the corner, a main intersection, and got myself a cab after a few minutes. I said, “Ten forty-four Chisholm Drive.” Grandma’s address. Arch was still living there; he’d lived there with Grandma all along. But then Arch wasn’t working, at least not remuneratively. He was a playwright; he’d sold a few one-act plays but nothing to the big time. Grandma had been supporting him.
A tall, narrow house, three story, red brick, ugly.MoreLess
But the mists in my mind were still there. Seeing Robin, seeing the apartment hadn’t given me a thing.
One item at a time, I told myself. Let’s find out about that car and get ourselves on wheels if there are still wheels to get onto. Why hadn’t Arch told me about it if I still had it? He’d been taking me some places in his Chevvie convertible and he knew I’d been t...aking taxis the rest of the time.
I walked down to the corner, a main intersection, and got myself a cab after a few minutes. I said, “Ten forty-four Chisholm Drive.” Grandma’s address. Arch was still living there; he’d lived there with Grandma all along. But then Arch wasn’t working, at least not remuneratively. He was a playwright; he’d sold a few one-act plays but nothing to the big time. Grandma had been supporting him.
A tall, narrow house, three story, red brick, ugly.MoreLess
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