“Hello, Melody,” I said, when my phone rang last week. “What’s up?”
“I need a big favor,” she said. “Can you watch Davin and Grayson for a while?”
“Of course. That’s what grandfathers are for.”
“No, Grayson! Put that down,” were the first words out of her mouth when they came over to our house.”
Grayson looked at her. He looked at my phone that he had picked up from the table. He smiled at his mom and threw the phone to the floor.
“Oh, my God,” Melody said. “I’m going crazy. No, Davin! You are not going to the park. You’re still on punishment for what happened at school yesterday. Sit on the porch and be quiet.”
“You seem to be under a lot of stress,” I said.
“You don’t know what real stress is. A ten year old and one still in diapers will drive you crazy. I worry about them all the time.”
“I know all about stress,” I said. “After all, I did help raise you and Dennis Jr.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Why are you always so worried?”
“You know how they are. Davin broke the same arm twice before he was seven years old. Grayson is even worse. These boys are so rough and I’m always afraid something is going to happen to them.”
“I’m starting to worry about you,” I said. “Why don’t you go to the doctor and see if he can help you with a prescription to calm you down?”
Melody stopped by our house yesterday on her way home.
“Did you get a prescription from the doctor to stop you from worrying?”
“I did. He gave me some pills that work great.”
“How are the boys?”
“Who cares?”
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