Sweet Saturday Samples segment. Let's get straight to it!
We take off right from where we left off last week with Wil wondering why on earth his Gramps would want to drag him across Canada just to show him something he could just tell him about. He's awakened in the middle of the night with his thoughts:
Later that night, Wil lay sprawled out on his bed waiting for sleep to come. The dry heat of the house suffocated him so he shoved his covers to the bottom of the mattress. Gramps kept the heat on all-year long due to his ever-increasing bad circulation—not that he acknowledged it. And since Wil’s room was on the second floor, all the heat seemed to rise up and get trapped in his room. He pretty much sweated out the summer months.
He folded his hands behind his head, praying for a cool breeze to come through his wide-open window. Gramps would have a moose if he knew he was paying for heat that was just flowing out the window. But, seriously!
Put a sweater or blanket on, old man!
Wil breathed in deeply, allowing it to slowly escape through his nose. Oh well. At least there was some relief from the 1890’s-style steel fan blowing across his body from his desk. He closed his eyes.
The fan made a metal clank every few seconds. The occasional car zoomed down the avenue behind the house. The old pipes whistled and popped. Every so often, Gramps’s snore rumbled from the main floor.
He shouldn’t have been such a jerk to his grandfather earlier. Experience taught Wil the harder he tried resisting his Gramps’ orders, the more stubborn the old fart got in making sure they were carried out. Then, suddenly, a dude finds himself foolishly traveling across the Trans Canada Highway for part of his precious summer vacation. And since the entire ‘vacation’ will be between Winnipeg and the Alberta/Saskatchewan border the view will be nothing more than: Flat, flat, flat…Oh a cow! Flat, flat, flat…Oh a bail of hay! Then being stuck in a small car with Gramps barking orders at him like a Drill Sargeant in a bad mood was enough to drive the most even-tempered guy batty.
Especially when considering the fact that Gramps wasn’t a decrepit old man but a feisty old geezer full of pee and vinegar. The man had more energy than guys Wil’s age. And with his attitude being he’s old enough to do and say whatever he feels like, he gets himself into more trouble than a toddler in a china shop. But Gramps said he had something Wil needed to see and when Gramps Wilf gave an order, you darn well stepped in line or got a 'whopping'.
Wil rolled over on his side, and sighed. He opened his eyes, barely making out the picture on his night table. He reached out for the old wooden frame, hovering his fingers over the foggy figures, then grabbed it and pulled it closer to his face.
He was only five when his parents died. He barely remembers them now. He recalls coming home from Kindergarten and his Aunt Jaquie being there instead of his mom.
“You have to come with me to Gramps’ house, Wil” she had said. “I packed a bag for you. Go get whatever else you need for bedtime.”
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