Gram

Gram

“What are you doing here?” came the surprised voice as Angela opened the door.

“I live here Gram…” she answered.

“But you’re supposed to be picking up Gretta,” she looked at her watch, “in an hour!”

“No, that’s Wednesday, not Tuesday,” she said. “It’s Tuesday.”

“Are you sure?” Gram asked.

“Yes, today is Tuesday, all day, Tuesday,” Angela said, wondering if Gram was slipping off the rocker.

“I know it’s Tuesday! I just thought your mother told me Gretta was coming Tuesday because one of her teachers has the flu. They were letting everyone leave a day early.”

“What? Nobody told me! When did you hear that?”

“I think it was this morning… Yes, when I came down to breakfast. Your mother was here, and Gretta called.”

“Oh gosh! I better go! Tell Mom to call and tell her I’ll be late! I always get terrible reception in my car.” I always get terrible reception in my car.”

“Yes, yes, I will!” Gram said. Angela rushed off.

Ten minutes later Susan, the girl’s mother, got home. “Did Angela get home yet?” she asked.

“She’s on her way to pick up Gretta.”

“But it’s Tuesday, she was supposed to pick her up on Wednesday.”

“Oops…” Gram said. “What about the teacher with the flu?”

“What teacher has the flu? Did Gretta call? Was she exposed? Did you get your flu shot? Because, I haven’t yet. I thought both the girls got them at their schools. I’ll try to get Angela in her car, but you know her phone doesn’t work half the time in her car! I’m getting her a new phone today!” off she ran.

Gram stood there. “Huh, I could have sworn Gretta called this morning,” she said, out loud, to nobody. “My dreams are really getting lucid,” and she walked over and started making some toast.