Papa Geges Novels & Stories

“You’ve got a black jacket! That’s always cool!” I shook my head, smiling as I walked slowly toward them. Mom looped her arm through mine. Pascha lowered Max a bit and turned toward my dad. “Max, look. This—” He gesturing to the man standing a few feet behind me, Papa. “Grandpa?” Max tilted his head, inspecting my father with the brutally honest curiosity only a child could get away with. “He looks like a secret boss!” Papa laughed. Pascha smirked. “He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.”

" He probes me. Though it sounds dumb, I hate to admit it; I'm just hurt. I still loved my mother; how could my papa move on so quickly? Indeed, that's the reason I got quite irate. Look out the window, I say. Still all around were my ideas. "Georgia is 34; Papa just turned 44. What's Via's problem?" Chris probes me, and I stay quiet. "Papa has spent far too long grieving for mother. He should start to move on now."

“Zander and I are getting married.” Mama paused, then spoke, “Ragazzina testarda e testarda, proprio come tuo padre!” (stubborn bullheaded little girl, just like your father!) “Oh, you’re one to talk, Mama,” I mocked. There was a knock on the back door. “Is it ok for me to come in?” Papa asked. “NO!” We all screamed, stunning him. Papa closed the door and backed away. “Not a word of this to Papa,” Mama threatened.