i know now that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stairs that hot summer night over thirty-five years ago was not a tall man. but to a five-year-old, he was a giant. we sat side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old texaco * station across the busy street. a street that i was n*r allowed to cross unless accompanied by an *, or at the very
cherry-scented smoke from grampy's pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay while gray, wispy1 swirls2 danced around our heads. now and again, he blew a smoke ring and laughed as i tried to target the hole with my finger. i, clad in a cool summer nightie, and grampy, his sle*less t-shirt, sat watching the traffic. we counted cars and tried to guess the color of the next one to turn the corner.
once again, i was caught in the middle of circumstances. the fourth born of six children, it was not uncommon3 that i was either too young or too old for something. this night i was both. while my two baby brothers slept inside the house, my three older siblings4 played with friends around the corner, where i was not allowed to go. i stayed with grampy, and that was okay with me. i was where i wanted to be. my grandfather was baby-sitting while my mother, father and grandmother went out.
"thirsty?" grampy asked, n*r removing the pipe from his mouth.
"yes," was my reply. "how would you like to run over to the gas station there and get yourself a bottle of coke?"
i couldn't beli* my ears. had i heard right? was he talking to me? on my family's modest income, coke was not a part of our budget or diet. a few tantalizing5 sips6 was all i had *r had, and certainly n*r my own bottle.
"okay," i replied shyly, already wondering how i would get across the street. surely grampy was going to come with me.
grampy stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket. i could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he always carried. opening his fist, he exposed a mound7 of silver coins. there must have been a million dollars there. he instructed me to pick out a dime8. after he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he stood up.
"okay," he said, *ing9 me down the stairs and to the curb10, " i'm going to stay here and keep an ear out for the ba*es. i'll tell you when it's safe to cross. you go over to the coke machine, get your coke and come back out. wait for me to tell you when it's safe to cross back."
my heart pounded. i clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm. exc*ent took my breath away.
grampy held my hand tightly. together we looked up the street and down, and back up again. he stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. he let go of my hand and i ran. i ran faster than i had *r run before. the street seemed wide. i wondered if i would make it to the other side. reaching the other side, i turned to find grampy. there he was, standing11 exactly where i had left him, smiling proudly. i waved.
"go on, hurry up," he yelled.
my heart pounded wildly as i walked inside the dark garage. i had been inside the garage before with my father. my surroundings were familiar. i heard the coca-cola machine motor humming *n before i saw it. i walked directly to the *g old red-and-white dispenser. i knew where to insert my dime. i had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times.
the *g old monster greedily accepted my dime, and i heard the bottles shift. on tiptoes i reached up and opened the heavy door. there they were: one neat row of thick green bottles, necks staring directly at me, and ice cold from the refrigeration. i held the door open with my shoulder and grabbed one. with a quick yank, i pulled it free from its bondage12. another one immediately took its place. the bottle was cold in my sweaty hands. i will n*r forget the feeling of the cool glass on my skin. with two hands, i positioned the bottleneck13 under the heavy brass14 opener that was bolted to the wall. the cap *ped into an old wooden box, and i reached in to retri*15 it. i was cold and bent16 in the middle, but i knew i needed to have this souvenir. coke in hand, i proudly marched back out into the early *ning dusk. grampy was waiting patiently. he smiled.
"stop right there," he yelled. one or two cars sped by me, and once again, grampy stepped off the curb. "come on, now," he said, "run." i did. cool brown foam17 sprayed my hands." don't *r do that alone," he warned. i held the coke bottle tightly, fearful he would make me pour it into a cup, ruining this dream come true. he didn't. one long swallow of the cold b*rage18 cooled my sweating body. i don't think i *r felt so proud.
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