Under the Starlight Sky by Daniel Elijah Sanderfer

Author:Daniel Elijah Sanderfer [Sanderfer, Daniel Elijah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

Once we were home, I opened the door to find Grandpa sleeping in his lazy boy. An old western was running in the background. I motioned for Jacobi to come in and he glanced at my grandfather with a smile. “Is this Grandpa Joe, the one you’re always telling me about?”

I nodded a silent yes as we made our way to the kitchen. I grabbed a washcloth from the drawer and pulled out a chair for him to sit down on. He glanced around nervously as I wet the washcloth and made my way back to where he was sitting. In a tender moment, he closed his eyes as I wiped the dirt and blood from his face.

After a few moments, grandpa emerged in the doorway and waved. I hid the washcloth behind my back and turned to him. “I didn’t see you there, papa!”

He shook his head and waved in dismissal before pointing down the hallway to his room. I gave him a thumbs up. Before he left, he stretched out his hand toward Jacobi and glanced at me as if to say who is this person. I replied, “This is the friend I was telling you about, Jacobi.”

He opened his mouth and nodded in understanding, then turned to leave. “Cute,” he muttered from down the hall, prompting Jacobi to turn to me, “Does he know about us?”

“He does now.”

“He mustn’t mind,” Jacobi said with a smile.

I flashed him a half-smile in reply, “I guess not.”

As I finished washing him up, I explained that Grandpa was always an open-minded person. He hated church because they always cast judgment on people and tried to tell you how to live your life. When he could talk better, he always used to say, “A good person is a good person. It doesn’t matter what color skin they have or who they love, good people are good people and that’s just all there is to it.”

Jacobi’s expression turned cloudy as he replied, “I wished my family were that way. In my society, everything is a sin; from owning too many material possessions to ladies wearing makeup.”

I shook my head and frowned, “That’s messed up.”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Silence lingered for a moment as I discarded the washcloth in a hamper and tidied up a little, “So, would you like something to eat?”

“That would be nice,” he smiled.

I started to make two sandwiches as I offered him something to drink. When I was finished, I took a seat across from him at the kitchen table. We said a quick blessing then ate. He eventually broke the silence, “This is nice.”

I smiled big, “Yes, it is.”

When we had finished, I discarded the plates into the sink and took his hand to lead him upstairs to my room. The tension around this moment was unbearable. I watched as our soft silhouettes ascended the stairs. Jacobi was in my house and we were about to share my bed. I was suddenly so thankful that Grandma had insisted on getting me a queen-sized bed before she died.

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