Not Her by Noah Fitz

Author:Noah Fitz [Fitz, Noah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Velox Books
Published: 2020-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Berlin | Eichwalde

“Grandma, when is Daddy coming?”

“I don’t know, my dear. He’s with the police and has to hunt criminals.” She tousled Luck’s blond curls and kissed him on the head. She had been doing that ever since he could remember. “Is your throat still sore?” she asked.

“Nope. He hunts murderers, not criminals.” Luck made a proud face. “I’m already nine, you don’t have to talk to me like a baby.” He stirred his spoon in his hot cocoa, which his Grandma had sweetened with wildflower honey. Actually, he wasn’t sick at all, but he didn’t feel like waiting anymore. He didn’t want to see his father only every two weeks, so he had convinced his mother that he had a sore throat. His mom had to go to the hairdresser, or a makeup artist; Luck didn’t know which one for sure. In any case, he was finally at Grandma’s. He was even allowed to spend the night with her.

“What are those funny bracelets on your arm?” his grandmother asked. She grabbed his wrist with warm, gnarled fingers to take a closer look. Although she was old, she did not wear glasses. Her chunky fingers trembled slightly.

Luck was silent because he couldn’t think of anything to say. “These are fake,” he said finally.

“Isn’t that a nasty word?” His grandmother let go of Luck’s hand and sat down on the chair. She straightened the white tablecloth.

Luck laughed. “Grandma! I said fake. Not… the F-word. It means these things aren’t real.”

She tilted her head. In her hair there were big rollers. “What do they mean?”

“I’m going to secondary school soon and these things are a big thing there. They’re all the rage.” Luck took a big sip of his cocoa. The glass was still half full.

“You think those bracelets are hot and you’re into it?”

Again, Luck had to laugh, so hard that the cocoa even ran out of his nose and started to burn, but he couldn’t stop. “Grandma, you’re so smart.” He snorted and dabbed his face with a kitchen towel.

“Now you’ve stained your nice shirt.”

It was just a cheap T-shirt, but Luck didn’t want to be super smart and constantly correct his grandma.

“Wait,” she said. Shuffling quietly across the floor with her slippers, she left the kitchen. Luck seized the moment, jumped off the chair and hurried to the sink. The glass was quickly emptied; the sticky milk disappeared in the drain.

“Didn’t you like your cocoa?” Grandma was in the door again.

“I did. I just wanted to rinse the glass.” Luck turned on the tap and left the water running.

She smiled as proudly as only a grandmother could smile. “Look what I have here.” She was even more radiant.

Only now did Luck notice what his grandma was holding in her hands. A small box. She put it on the table and returned to her chair. She sighed and smoothed the tablecloth again. She did that all the time.

“I am getting old.” She smiled tiredly. “Rheumatism is getting to me,” she added and took off the lid.

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