Chapter 20

Skating or Kissing

Grandma was in the kitchen while her lawyer was well seated in the living room flipping through some documents and pausing along the way to peruse through a few files. Grandma had invited him for the fifth time over her will but each time he came it would either be postponed or flopped by something.

“I am getting you coffee,” said grandma from the kitchen. You are fond of drinking wine whenever you come around. But today you are going to take coffee,” said grandma, toddling to the lawyer to present to him a cup of coffee and returning to her seat. 

“What if I go to bed tonight and don’t see the twilight at dawn. I have been risking it all along; throwing my late husband’s advice to the wind, letting each day pass without writing our will.” She stirred her coffee, feeling a hairy tingle at her feet. When she peered at her feet, it was Mr. Biscuit wagging its tail and rubbing its body against her feet. 

“Mister,” she called, strokin