They knew that. And they still did it.
Outside, I called my cousin Ashley.
“Why did you leave Grandpa with that bill?”
She actually laughed.
“Oh, calm down. He’s got money. After everything he’s taken from this family, one vacation is the least he can contribute.”
“You mean the tuition he paid? The babysitting? The loans you never repaid?”
“That was forever ago,” she said. “And he doesn’t need cash anymore. All he does is polish that stupid motorcycle. At least we gave him memories.”
“You left him with a bill he CAN’T pay.”
“He’ll figure it out—he always does. Anyway, we’re at brunch. Bye!”
Click.
I stood there shaking. Then I went back inside, took Grandpa’s hand, and said:
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