I wouldnt argue at some lunch, I replied tentatively, surprised to see that it was nearly two oclock, yet afraid that whatever suggestion he made might be far out of my comfort zone. My bucket list flashed into my head: Eat Somewhere Unsafe. Was I prepared to tackle that challenge right then? I knew that this was going to be one of my biggest hurdlesone that I would have to face time and time again until Safe and Unsafe no longer existed. Was I ever really going to be ready? The truth was, Id been allowing myself to back down, to retreat on the justification that I just wasnt ready to be brave, that it seemed easier not to jump. Not to fight. Not to eat things that people ate everyday without thought or worry. Id gotten so restricted by the boundaries my mind had created that a once healthy awareness of nutrition had become a dangerous disorder; and if I was ever going to get better, I was going to have to make changes, even when I didnt feel ready.
Theres a Chick-fil-A not far from here, if youd like to go there, he offered.
I felt a quick twinge of panic as I nodded in agreement. Sure. I havent had their food in a long time.
He smiled. Most of the time, I just go there for a breakfast biscuit; but when I go there for lunch, I like their Chick-fil-A sandwich best. And those waffle fries are pretty tasty, too. Grandpa rubbed his solid stomach as he spoke.
He may have been frequenting the fast food restaurants much more than he had while my grandmother was alive, but it certainly wasnt adding to his waistline.
Its a plan, then, I said, not really knowing what else to say and trying to feel a sense of empowerment at even this tiny test of the boundaries Id set on my comfort level. Have anything else in mind for the day, or should we just go on home after that?
Ive been meaning to mow the grass, so I think well just head back to the house, if youre okay with that, he answered.
Youve got it. And dont worry, Grandpa, I said, hoping the sincerity was evident in my voice as I spoke, I dont need to be entertainedthats not why I came. Just because Im here doesnt mean I expect you to make major schedule changes or anything like that. I reached out for his hand, grasping his big, gnarled fingers in mine. Im just glad to see you.
Im glad to see you, too, Grandpa said back, squeezing my hand as we walked, now hand-in-hand along the sidewalk back to the truck.
I meant to tell you, I met somebody interesting in the lingerie store earlier, I said a little while later when wed settled into a booth at the restaurant with our food. Someone you know, tooAnnabelle MacMillan? I popped the lid off of my bowl of chicken noodle soup, hoping I wouldnt splash any of the hot liquid anywhere. It had been a compromise, I knew; but when Id gotten in line to order, Id parroted the words that screamed through my head, opting for something that felt safe to eat in this restaurant that had somehow become unsafe.
She seems like a very nice lady. Said she used to come to Grammie for cakes anytime she threw a party, I continued, trying to distract my own mind from the foodsafe, unsafe, or otherwise.
Grandpa paused, his hand poised in mid-dip with waffle fry still immersed in his ketchup. Obviously, the name registered.
He nodded, then resumed his fry-to-mouth mission.
I watched him closely, trying to gauge his oddly noncommittal reaction. Clearly, the man had no intention of elaborating.
Sounded like shed known Grammie for a long time, too, I continued, keeping a gimlet eye on his face. She said her mamad hired Grannie Rose to do her housekeeping for awhile. I dipped a plastic spoon into my soup, hoping I sounded far more casual than I felt. Obviously, the suspicions Id formed earlier werent totally off base. There was more to the story, and I was dying to hear it.
More nodding. She did, he said finally, having stalled long enough to finished chewing and swallowing his waffle fry. Didnt do it for very long, though. He reached for his sandwich.
I didnt know Grannie Rose was ever anyones housekeeper, I said, wondering if I was going to get much out of him. I didnt think she worked.
She didnt, except for that little while when your Grammie was a teenager, right before we met. He poked a thick finger in between his sandwich bun and the fried chicken breast, lifting it just enough to satisfy himself that no one had gypped him of his two pickles.
I raised an eyebrow. The man was not one for details. Why did she work, then? Did she have to?
She was saving money for a wedding, he said, seconds before he sank his teeth into his sandwich.
That certainly made sense, especially in those days. Lord knew my great-grandparents werent made of money. With ten mouths to feed, every penny was pinched within an inch of its life, so the idea of having enough to spare to pay for a wedding was a bit ludicrous.
Who was getting married? I asked, finally closing my mouth around my first spoonful of thick broth and noodles.
Grammie.
I choked on my soup.
Not, Grammie and me. Just, Grammie.
Which meant that Grammie had been getting ready to get married to someone else.
Who?
This was something Id definitely never heard about.
Should let your soup cool down a little before you start eating it, he scolded, shaking his head.
I coughed some more, trying to catch my breath.
Seriously? Hed just dropped a bombshell like that, and he thought the reason I was choking on my soup was because it was hot?
Its fine, I said, finally finished with my coughing fit. The soups fine, I added, shaking my head. I was just surprised, is all. I didnt know Grammie had ever been engaged to anyone but you. I paused. Maybe Id misunderstood. That is what you meant, isnt it? That Grannie Rose was saving up for Grammie to marry someone who wasnot you?
He nodded.
Who? I probed, feeling as though I was pulling teeth.
George MacMillan.
If Id thought the statement about Grammie being engaged to someone before she met Grandpa had been a bombshell, this was a nuclear blast. I was definitely unprepared for that one.
I gaped at Grandpa, who was as placidly chewing his chicken sandwich as though we were in the middle of discussing the weather.
George MacMillan? I repeated, somewhat unnecessarily.
Grandpa nodded, still chewing.
What happened? I asked, every available cell in my brain actively working to try and piece together something plausible that would explain this revelation.
He shrugged. Oh, he decided he had a thing for Annabelle, and that was it. He ran off with her, and next thing anybody knew, they came back married.
I blinked and gaped some more.
He finally ventured a glance my way, probably wondering at my long silence.
Is there something wrong with your soup? Do you need to take it back up there? he asked, his tone implying that it was the most reasonable question in the world. Clearly, the fact that I had only managed to take one mouthful of my soup could have nothing to do with the information hed so casually imparted only seconds ago.
I shook my head vigorously. Soups fine, Grandpa. Why have I never heard this story? Does Mama know?
He gave me a look that seemed just on this side of a scowl. Apparently, I was pressing for details that he wasnt prepared to give.
Its not that important, he said with yet another shrug. If he wasnt careful, he was going to wear his shoulders out from all the shrugging.
Not that important? I asked incredulously. That was insane. Of course it was importantit was part of our family history. If Grammie had married George MacMillan, none of us would even be here.
Not really, he replied. It happened, and everyone just had to accept it. Then she met me, and we got married.
The End, Amen.
Yes, but I stammered, not willing to let it drop so easily.
But what? Its not complicated. George was an idiot, simple as that. He took another bite of his fries. Finish your soup before it gets cold, he prompted, ready to move on.
That still doesnt explain anything, I countered, hoping he would give me more.
Sure it does, Grandpa insisted. It explains why he left a smart, stable girl like your Grammie for someone as flighty as Annabelle was back then. He was an idiot, he reiterated, his face showing his obvious boredom at this line of questioning.
Wow. How long had he and Grammie been engaged? And you still havent told medoes Mama know all this? I couldnt help but assume she didnt. I would have known about it, too, if shed had any clue.
No, your mama doesnt know, he replied, finally acknowledging the question. Like I said, there wasnt really any reason to know. It happened, life moved on.
Obviously, he wasnt going to give me anything more than that. At least, not now. But I was determined to find out more. And if I had to go straight to the source of the scandal, I would. After all, she seemed more than willing to share.
Now eat up, he said, sounding a bit gruff. I want to mow the lawn before the rain comes.
I leveled my gaze at him and obediently took another spoonful of my soup, ice cold by now. Those gray-blue eyes of his had turned as cloudy as the sky outside, which now seemed portentous of a looming rainstorm.
What wasnt he telling me? Maybe there really wasnt much more to the story than the rashness of youth, but this was a part of my grandmothers life that Id never known. She was gone now, and I would never be able to ask her how it had felt. How long had it taken her to give her heart fully, and had she loved my grandfather the same way that she had once loved Georgeor did he teach her to love more? These were all things that I wanted to know, needed to know, and wished so greatly that I could ask Grammie now. These were the things Id never known to ask her, and now I would never have the chance.
Chapter Ten
Charlie, did you know that Grammie was engaged to someone before she met Grandpa? I asked my sister, hours later as I sat on the bed in my temporary quarters, tracing the outlines of the roses on the cream-colored comforter.
The silence on the other end of the line gave me all the answer I needed.
Did I lose you? I said.
Im here, she replied. Im just processing, is all. Itsa surprise.
Isnt it? I almost choked to death on my soup when Grandpa told me.
I guess it kind of makes sense, though. Im sure theres a lot of stuff that happened when Grammie and Grandpa were young that weve never heard about. Its probably just not something they even think anyone wants to know. She paused. You know how that generation can be. I dont mean to generalize, but a lot of older people just arent big on information unless you ask them specific questions. Its part of their past, and they just dont think its anybodys business.
But were not just anybody, were family. And this is stuff we should know, I argued.
I agree with you, Dellie; thats not what Im saying. Im just trying to come up with a reason that we dont know this already.
I wonder if Mama knows. Grandpa said she doesnt, but maybe she does and shes kept it a secret, I said.