“Harry’s keeping watch over Grandma’s whose in the dining room on the dining table.”
“You mean he’s planning on staying awake until the funeral?”
“I doubt it but he’s going to try and look as though he has.
I’m surprised he’s not dancing a jig to see the old bat gone. She were nuttin’ but trouble leaving disasters in her wake wherever she went and Harry had to be her mender; following behind and soothin’ the waters.
From the dining room came a scream and grandma yelled, “Harry dropped dead when he saw me sit up so we need to plan a wake.”
In reponse to Denise, from Girlie on the Edge, who kindly hosts Six Sentence Stories. Thank you.