Saturday, March 9, 2013

Delaney Doesn't Know

16 year old, Delaney Ulrich came home from school one afternoon. Her mother's car was not in the driveway. That was not usual. Her mother sometimes had errands and things to run in the afternoon. Delaney was old enough to have a house key and let herself in.

As soon as she walked in the door the phone started ringing. Delaney was sure it would be Grandma. Grandma called almost every day at this time. She always liked to talk and talk and ask a lot of questions. Delaney sighed. She really didn't want to get on the phone a long time. She just wanted to have a snack and get her homework done.

"Hello, Grandma." Delaney said a bit tiredly lifting the receiver to her ear. She felt as though she had already had a long conversation with Grandma even though she had just picked up the phone. Grandma was always asking the same questions every day, and she never wanted to get off the phone.

"Hello Delaney." said Grandma cheerfully. "How are you?" She sounded really happy but than she always did. Grandma was a very upbeat person. Delaney didn't see how anybody could be so happy so much of the time.

"I asked how you were." repeated Grandma.

"I don't know." replied Delaney.  She hadn't really been listening. She was looking around to see if her mother left a note or something. Sometimes, Mom left a note; sometimes she didn't. It depended how long she thought she was going to be gone.

"Where's your Mom?" asked Grandma.

"I don't know." replied Delaney. She still didn't see a note. She went to the refrigerator and took out the orange juice and poured herself a glass.

"What are you having for dinner tonight?" asked Grandma. Grandma was always very interested in what they were eating. That was was one of her favorite questions.

"I don't know. " replied Delaney again. She took a bag of chips out of the cabinet and sat down at the table and ate her snack as Grandma continued talking.  Grandma loved to talk. She could go on forever. Today she was saying something about going with a friend to Atlantic City. Delaney wasn't really paying that much attention though. She just wanted to eat her snack and get to her homework so she could get it over with and relax.

"Delaney!" said Grandma.

"What?!" said Delaney swallowing the last of her chips and washing it down with a gulp of juice. She realized that Grandma had stopped talking about her trip and was asking Delaney questions again. Delaney tuned back in to the conversation.

"I asked if you were picking up Tad and Tracy at the bus stop today." said Grandma. Tad and Tracy were Delaney's younger brother and sister. They were twins. They were 8. Sometimes, when Mom was out Delaney picked them up at the bus stop.

"I don't know." replied Delaney. It depended when Mom got home.

"Are you making dinner?" asked Grandma. She knew that sometimes when Mom was late, she left dinner for Delaney to heat up.

"I don't know." replied Delaney yet again.

"My Delaney," said Grandma "That is an awful lot of I don't knows. Don't you know anything?" she teased.

"Why yes, Grandma!" replied Delaney. "I know a lot of things. You're just not asking the right questions!"

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