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“Grandma, that’s not—” “Still trying to make an excuse,” Grandpa snaps, hurling a paperweight at me. Thankfully, I dodge it, having already seen it coming. “You’ve really disappointed me this time, Damon. Is this what we taught you? To shirk your responsibilities? What were you even thinking?” “I—It wasn’t like that. I had my reasons—” “Reasons?” Grandpa cuts me off sharply, stepping closer, his eyes blazing. “Your reasons don’t matter when your family is suffering! Do you think excuses can fix a sick child or ease your wife’s fear?”

Grandpa says. "Huh. Like you stopped pranking." Grandma says in sarcastic tone. "I think I said he will realize he is not good at pranks. I never said he should stop. There is difference old lady." Grandpa also says in sarcastic tone. "Well looks like this old lady will have to sleep alone in her room today." Grandma says and starts walking faster. Grandpa chases after saying sorry. I start to smile at their fight which is very common for me to see but I hide that smile as I have audience.

A high-pitched scream cut through the air. Grandma, who was supposed to be crippled, jumped up from her wheelchair. She leaped several feet away with nimble movements, wiping the icy water with her hands while a string of curses exploded from her lips. "You damned bastard, Jasper Saldano! Are you trying to freeze me to death?" she exclaimed while coughing. "It's so cold!" Ashton stood rooted to the spot while still holding the golf club. The corner of my lips curled up into a sarcastic smile as I clapped. "Well, would you look at that? It seems that your leg is all better now, Grandma."

I bit down hard on my tongue to stop any groans from escaping. "Grandpa Eddie, I... I just miss you guys and wanted to hear your voices," I said, trying my best to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Please, I beg you. Please give it back. The crucifix is important to me.” Rachel and the other household staff member in the back took delight in my humbling. She plucked my chin with her toes. “That’s not a lot of begging. Bark for me. Since you’re such a lapdog, act like one and convince me.” I had never been so humiliated. Furious, I snapped a look at her. “Grandpa will make you pay for what you’re doing to me, Rachel.” Rachel was in stitches. It was as if she had heard the joke of the century.

He said. “Is that a bad thing?” Rico questioned. “No. Defintiely not. Mighty fine warrior, that one. Just bloody annoying. And I don’t know if I can cope with three of him.” Grandpa said as he slipped from the car, while Rico and Sergio laughed. They know they have wound Grandpa up having barely been here five minutes, and will no doubt be updating Dad as soon as they can.

“Thanks, Dad.” “Now, are you guys gonna start working on grandpups right away or are you gonna make an old man wait?” Dad says, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Oh, nothing really, just my new strains." "Is that what happened to him? He been trying out your stash again?" "Boy, lower your voice. Don't you see these kids are working?" "Where's your wife, old man?" "Hell if I…hey what time is it?" Grandpa looked at his watch and jumped up. "Margaritas on the beach. You done with me, Catalina baby, your old grandpa has a date with your nana." "Have fun, grandpa." "Here, daddy, try a brownie."

"And I'll have you know, the love your tasting came from these paws on that dough!" Grandpa Petiet looks like he is as wide as he is tall. Not a fat male, but broad and gruff. We look over to him, and see the grin on his face. Axel better not get us banned from this place. I may be leaving for Capitol City soon, but I will come back here just for this barbecue. Grandma walks over to him and he leans over so she can kiss his cheek. "Love, I know you aren't scaring away those sweet boys, they like our food and company too much to be scared of you for long. But I do love you," she bats her eye lashes and smiles sweetly up at him. Now it is Grandpa's turn to blush.

My family cheers. “You all suck,” I say making them laugh. “Suck,” SImon yells. Cathy looks at me with daggers. “Sorry,” I tell her. Dinner is comprised of us all laughing at each other and watching all the littles run around and play. “I can’t believe all these people can trace their blood back to me,” Grandpa Max Killgon says as he looks at the table. “Excuse me.”