Chapter 5
FlippedMy grandfather's a big man with a meaty nose and greased-back salt-and-pepper hair. He lives in house slippers and a sports coat, and I've never seen a whisker on him. They grow, but he shaves them off like three times a day. It's a real recreational activity for him.
Besides his meaty nose, he's also got big meaty hands. I suppose you'd notice his hands regardless, but what makes you realize just how beefy they are is his wedding ring. That thing's never going to come off, and even though my mother says that's how it should be, I think he ought to get it cut off. Another few pounds and that ring's going to amputate his finger.
When I went in to see him, those big hands of his were woven together, resting on the newspaper in his lap. I said, “Grandpa? You wanted to see me?”
“Have a seat, son.”
Son? Half the time he didn't seem to know who I was, and now suddenly I was “son”? I sat in the chair opposite him and waited.
“Tell me about your friend Tiffany Hwang.”
“Tiffany? She's not exactly my friend … !”
“Why is that?” he asked. Calmly. Like he had prior knowledge.
I started to justify it, then stopped myself and asked, “Why do you want to know?”
He opened the paper and pressed down the crease, and that's when I realized that Tiffany Hwang had made the front page of the Mayfield Times. There was a huge picture of her in the tree, surrounded by a fire brigade and policemen, and then some smaller photos I couldn't make out very well. “Can I see that?”
He folded it up but didn't hand it over. “Why isn't she your friend, Tae?”
“Because she's …” I shook my head and said, “You'd have to know Tifffany.”
“I'd like to.”
“What? Why?”
“Because the girl's got an iron backbone. Why don't you invite her over sometime?”
“An iron backbone? Grandpa, you don't understand! That girl is a royal pain. She's a show-off, she's a know-it-all, and she is pushy beyond belief!”
“Is that so.”
“Yes! That's absolutely so! And she's been stalking me since the second grade!”
He frowned, then looked out the window and asked, “They've lived there that long?”
“I think they were all born there!”
He frowned some more before he looked back at me and said, “A girl like that doesn't live next door to everyone, you know.”
“Lucky them!”
He studied me, long and hard. I said, “What?” but he didn't flinch. He just kept staring at me, and I couldn't take it — I had to look away.
Keep in mind that this was the first real conversation I'd had with my grandfather. This was the first time he'd made the effort to talk to me about something besides passing the salt. And does he want to get to know me? No! He wants to know about Tiffany!
I couldn't just stand up and leave, even though that's what I felt like doing. Somehow I knew if I left like that, he'd quit talking to me at all. Even about salt. So I sat there feeling sort of tortured. Was he mad at me? How could he be mad at me? I hadn't done anything wrong!
When I looked up, he w
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