a little. I hope she can find a few
minutes to spend talking to me.
His voice crackles. Last time
we had a Christmas together,
she never bothered much with
small talk. That kind of hurt
my feelings, know what I mean?
“Grandpa, you ought to know
by now not to let anything Kristina
does or doesn’t do hurt your feelings.
Kristina is all about Kristina.”
SHE’S ALL ABOUT KRISTINA
When we get to the hotel and have
to wait more than twenty minutes for her.
All about Kristina when she opens
the door, sees Grandpa Bill,
and says, Hey there, Grandpa,
how you been? Scooch over.
He starts to sputter, doesn’t
want to complain, so I do it
for him. “You’re skinnier than
he is. You can ride in the middle.”
She throws up her hands, but
what can she say? Whatever.
For the next fifteen minutes,
she goes on about how Ron wants
to ruin her life. Finally, disgusted,
I say, “Try picking better men.”
That elicits a reaction. What would
you know about the men I pick?