The Favorite (Georgios Jakobides); image in the public domain
When I was little, I spent most of my summers at my granddad’s house, and my favorite part of spending time with my granddad was listening to his stories. He would never say a word until I’d finished my chores, and I used to hurry so fast through all the scrubbing and dishwashing that my grandma said I should come with my own caution sign because the floor around me was always wet. But I just wanted to hear the stories.
He didn’t tell his stories to just anybody, either. People would come by the house and ask about this story or that one, and mostly my granddad would answer them, but sometimes he didn’t. When I asked him about it, he said he didn’t mind telling a story just to pass the time, but talking to a person who’d already made up his mind…
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