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Without further ado, please enjoy some of "Touch."
Alex trudged down the hall from the living room to the bedroom that occupied most of the back of the small apartment. The bedroom was full of knickknacks that Grandma had collected over the course of her eighty two years. No, knickknacks didn’t really begin to describe it. Every inch of the room was covered in junk. Grandma insisted that the stuff “was really worth something” and that the “damn kids would be grateful to have it someday.”
Picking her way over the empty cardboard boxes on the floor inside the door, Alex nearly tripped three times before reaching the relative safety of the nightstand. There were no glasses.
“They’re not here Grandma.”
“THEY’RE NOT HERE!!”
There was a pause which indicated that Grandma had heard her the second time. The news that the glasses were potentially missing would infuriate her and likely ruin the rest of the day. Not a good sign since it was only just after nine in the morning.
The shuffling sound was unmistakable as Grandma made her way to the bedroom mumbling something under her breath about “kids these days” and “do it yourself.”
When she reached the door, Grandma started carving a path through the boxes on the floor like a jungle guide wielding a machete. Boxes went flying over the bed and through the open closet door revealing the worn down carpet beneath. Alex was still standing by the nightstand when Grandma arrived, not daring to move a muscle. Grandma yanked open the drawer of the nightstand with enough force to rattle the junk on top. The kitsch tottered back and forth for a moment and then settled back into their spots on the nightstand. Grandma looked down at the open drawer and then up to stare at Alex. Alex had already seen the glasses in the bottom of the drawer and she slowly brought her eyes to meet Grandma’s.
“Sorry Grandma. I…”
“Oh don’t cry you little baby. You can’t feel it anyway.”
“I wasn’t crying!”
Alex stormed through the path that Grandma had cleared and out of the room. She wanted to go in her room and slam the door shut, but it wouldn’t do to be stuck in the apartment with Grandma. She had to get out so she went to the kitchen and picked up a handful of granola bars from the pantry before heading out the front door and slamming it shut behind her.