I say with tears in my eyes as she picks up the phone. "Al, what’s the matter?” she asks, frantic. “What’s the matter?” I hear Grandpop ask in the background. This is the way conversations have always been on the phone my grandparents. Everything has to be repeated to Grandpop. Why he never picks up an extension, I’ll never know. I’m used to it though. “Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice.” “Al, I’m worried about you. This essay is too much for you. Do you want Grandpop to come over and write it with you? He’s always been good with a pen.” “I’ll leave right now,” I hear him say. “No, that’s okay. I just finished the part where you die. It just made me sad and I needed to hear your voice.” “And that’s the best day of your life?” she raises her voice, offended. “What’d she say?” I hear Grandpop ask in the background. “She put our deaths in her essay test as one of the best days of her life!” “No, I didn’t,” I have to repeat three times so she’ll hear me.
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