"Cranberry Hills!" cried Grandpa, startling us all at the breakfast table. "That's where I left it!" Grandpa went back to eating, but Mom was to embarrassed to enjoy any more of her cereal. I wasn't nearly so sensitive; to me, this is the way Grandpa always was. He thought about things left undone and when he finally remembered, it bubbled up and out. Saying things out loud has a way of making them more permanent; I understood this. I did it myself, but I could usually control the outburst if I wasn't alone.
"What did you leave, Grandpa?" Mom glared at me with the look that said, Don't encourage him, but I really wanted to know. After all, whether Mom acknowledged it or not, Grandpa was the most interesting member of our family.
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