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Life With My Granny
by Tom Hanks
As I arrived back at granny's one Friday night, since I enjoyed keeping her company and we spent our weekends together and the two of us would go to church on Sundays. As I opened the back door, "Better take them shoes off, son," granny said. It had rained most of the day, a small, but constant drizzle all day long and it looked so lonely and gloomy.
As I walked into the kitchen in my stocking feet, granny looked up and gave me that adorable smile that just melted my heart. That smile meant welcome and very glad to see you...all rolled into one.
"Wow!" I said, "Why all the food, granny?" Before she could answer, I continued, "Looks like you're preparing this Sunday's dinner on the ground, single-handedly," grinning all the time.
Granny smiled, "No, Bill. We've got company staying with the two of us this weekend. Do you remember Al, the large guy from the air force? He's the one that sings so well when he is home, he always comes to our church and thinks of it as his home. So I thought we'd have him over."
"Okay granny. Sure!" I said. Granny looked up at me, taking those delicious homemade biscuits out of the oven; looking at me with those sky blue eyes, as if wanting my approval.... “Is that all right with you, Bill?"
I almost blushed. I wasn't much older than a kid. "Granny, you don't need my okay. This is your house."
"No! No! This is OUR house and I want you happy here with me."
I thought a moment and I had to agree with granny, it seemed the least we could do, was prepare a good meal for these men in uniform; serving our country. About that time, I heard what sounded like a vehicle and a door closing. As I peered out of the kitchen window, sure enough, there was this tall, very large, but well built, dark brown headed guy walking towards the front of the house.
"I'll get the door, granny, I think it is Al."
"You do that," granny said, "I'll set the table and finish putting the food on. You make Al welcome until I call ya'll to dinner."
"No problem, granny...I mean...yes, ma'am, granny."
I was good looking by all accounts of my friends, full lips, round green/hazel eyes and weighed all of 128 lbs with cold, black hair.
As I opened the door, Al spoke before I did, "Well, hello there! You must be Bill?"
"Yes, that's right, mister."
"No, please, I am only a few years older than you. Please call me...just Al," he said.
"All right, just Al." We both laughed and that seemed to lighten things up and we started talking. I enjoyed what short time we had together, looking at Al and taking into full view his looks, muscles, and nice package...large thighs, small waist and massive chest... “Wow! I thought, how do you look out of your clothes. Shut up Bill, he is a house guest…” I told myself. Granny called us to supper.
We had hardly sat down and granny returned table grace when the loudest thunder rolled over us and the power went out! Granny is her calmest voice, said, "Just a moment, I’ll get some lanterns." She did and the mood was very cozy.
It seemed like the heavens opened and the flood gates turned on over us…the rain came down hour after hour, unrelenting. We had a quiet dinner and the conversation was wonderful. Al told us about his travels in the service and about this home life. He was also a good listener. He and I offered to clear the table for granny…but she insisted this was woman's work...so Al and I returned to the living room and waited on granny.
Al wasn't interested in watching television. He told me he'd rather talk and hear about me and my granny and our family. Al said, "I can watch TV anytime in the barracks." I smiled.
It was about 8:00 p.m., when granny returned to the living room with some peach cobbler. It was delicious! As we were eating, Al asked, "What time do you folks retire?"
Glancing at the clock, I smiled, "Granny is usually in bed by this time."
Al looked concerned, "Then perhaps I'd better go." He continued, "I am sorry, I hadn't realized the hour…I ..."
Granny interrupted, "You have nothing to be sorry for...you are our guest. Do you have to be back tonight, seeing it is Saturday tomorrow?"
I spoke up, "Granny, Al is in the military, there are no Saturday’s...you work when they tell you to work!"
Al spoke up, "Well, that's partially true, but I do not have to work tomorrow." (Smiling)
"Then will you spend the night with us," Granny stopped in mid-sentence, “well, that is...I mean, if you don't mind, Bill?”
Al interrupted, "Ma'am, I don't want to be an imposition to ya'll"
Granny said, "Al, my little house is small, but has lots of love. I have this day bed, I will sleep on it. It’s very comfortable and you and Bill can sleep in my bed, if you don't mind?"
"No, I don't mind...if Bill doesn't."
I relented, "Not at all. You are welcome here."
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