Staying over

'Rouse yourselves!' Edna yelled. Her three grandchildren were sleeping in her spare room. Edna loved having them over to stay; they kept her young. And ever since Bert died, her home was too quiet. But, right now she was hungry. She'd been up since six-thirty and was tired of waiting for them. She looked at…

A visit with Grandma

Grandma sits in her high-backed upholstered chair. Her eyes are closed; her hands rest lightly on the arms of the chair. I see all of this through the skinny panel window in the door to her room. I knock before entering; her eyes open slowly and she grins when she sees me. 'Come in, Gil.'…