The house was in its usual chaos. My kid brothers and sisters were always scrambling to get ready, to get dropped off somewhere or my mother was scrambling to go pick them up. Dance, sports, band, so-and-sos house. Today mom was bopping from kitchen to living room and up the stairs shouting orders, questions and reminders. I was on the couch, weekend bag next to me, watching U-M getting abused on the football field. My dad was at work, doing an extra weekend shift to keep us afloat.
"God, where are they?" My mom said, looking out the window at the wet, leaf blown driveway.
"It's OK Mom," I said. "You need to relax."
"Thanks so much for doing this again. I know you don't like going there but your Grandma really appreciates it. So does Aunt Suzie. You don't know how much it means to them and how they talk about you."
I smiled. "It's cool. They can remember me in the will."
"Smart ass," she said. My kid brother shouted from upstairs. My mom turned her back and marched. "WHAT!?"
After a few minutes my Grandma Cheryl peeked the front door open. "Hellloooo..."
"Come on in Grandma," I said, standing. She walked in bearing shopping bags of foods, gifts and treats. My Aunt Suzie was behind her closing the door to the October wind. My Grandma Cheryl was 64, about 5'8 with short spikey, dyed blonde hair. She was curvy and thick, breasts about 40D, big wide ass and legs, belly wrapped by her long leather coat. Her fine-lined blue eyes sparkled, looking into mine. She was made up just enough. Her skin had a slight bed tan. We hugged and cheek kissed. "Hi Ricky, so nice to see you." Her lovely teeth were whiter than mine.
I stepped over to hug Aunt Suzie, Grandma Cheryl's younger sister at 58. Suzie was about 5'9 and even thicker and softer then Grandma Cheryl. Her 44 E breasts hung low on her belly, with a round and booming ass to go with them. She kept her long red hair colored with a shock of grey in front, playful blue eyes behind her glasses, held tight by high cheekbones. Her milky white, wide face usually in a closed lipped smile. She wore a similar long black leather. Looking like exactly what she was - a school teacher. Her cool, soft, red-nailed hand touched my face. "Hello Ricky. Ready to spend a weekend with the old ladies?"
I was about to answer when my Mom and two of the kids bounded in with hello's and a crash of voices. We all headed into the kitchen to sort out the goodies. Pies and cakes, socks for my brother and a part of my sister's Halloween costume. Everyone chatted and caught up. I finished my water, watching, filling in when asked, waiting to get on the road.
"So what's on the agenda for him this weekend?" my Mom asked.
"Oh, we've got to put the storm windows in, clean the gutters, get all of my winter stuff out of the attic," My Grandma said. "But I'm going to cook a great dinner for him."
"And I need some things taken care of on Sunday. But all I have is cash," Aunt Suzie said.
Aunt Suzie lived alone in a condo a few miles up to road from Grandma Cheryl. After my Grandfather died two years ago she still insisted on living in the house, about two hours drive from us. My father worked too much, not allowing him time get up there, so I was drafted to spend the weekend every month or so to take care of whatever chores she or Aunt Suzie couldn't handle. It was a nice rural area and I enjoyed getting away from the city. I'd just turned 19 and Monday was an off-day for my college classes.
"I can be bought," I said.
"I know that's right," Aunt Suzie said, winking at me.
We said our goodbyes and I grabbed my bag to head for Grandma's car. "I'll have him back Monday afternoon," Grandma said, kissing my Mom on the porch.
"You take care of them," Mom said to me. "Do everything they ask you."
