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“Why can’t he be like other people?” he sighed. “Well, he could live with us. He could sleep in
That was on Thursday. Dad came out of the my room.”
dental surgery, hung his white coat on its special “I said no,” said Dad. “He can’t walk upstairs.
hook and padded around the house winding up the His heart’s too big and weak. And he’s too sick
clocks. He always did that on Thursdays. There were and angry and stubborn and crazy. You know what
nine of them. I followed him around. happened last time.”
“Can’t we take Grandpa out of there?” I asked. “That was just bad luck,” I said.
“No,” said my father, winding up the grandfather “Bad luck?” Dad snorted. “He’d just had his
clock in the dining room. broken leg pinned. Then he decides to have a go at
“Why can’t he live in the old people’s home here? lifting a great big rock and it breaks again. You call
Then we could see him every day.” that bad luck?”
We had a rest home next door to our house. “I like him not being the same as other people,”
On our street there were usually plenty of old I said. “Shall we visit him on Saturday?”
people wandering around who didn’t really know “We’ll see,” said Dad.
where they were. Grandpa could join them. Then I knew what that meant. When Saturday came
he could come over to us for dinner. I could see him around Dad would say that unfortunately he had
as much as I wanted. too much to do.
“This isn’t Grandpa’s part of town. You know He sat down in his special armchair, put on his
that.” headphones, looked at the ceiling and turned the
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