Speaking of Memory...

[porphyry]

On Thursday night, Andrew went with his grandfather (my father), to see Grammy in the hospital. Andrew is currently confined to a wheelchair while his broken leg mends.

Later, Andrew kept telling me about how he had almost been in another wreck. I didn't think too much about it since I thought he was talking about the actual car wreck in which his leg was broken.

It turns out he was right. Apparently, as my father was pushing Andrew's little wheelchair towards the sidewalk ramp, a driver parked by the curb who was trying to pull into the street and didn't see my father or Andrew. The car lurched forward and nearly struck them, but the driver was able to slam on the brakes before we had another catastrophe to deal with.

"What did Papa say?" I asked Andrew.

He thought, trying to remember. Then he affected a deep, loud voice. "Damn it, God, why don't you look where you're going and clear out, you sunny!"

What Papa really said was (the loud voice was correct on Andrew's part): "Goddammit, why don't you look where you're going before you try to clear out, you son-of-a-bitch!"

Andrew has since perfected it.

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