“I’m doing what?” I heard my spoon clatter in my cereal bowl as I stared in amazement at my parents. My mother looked over her shoulder, up to her elbows in sudsy water.
“Your visiting your grandfather for the summer.” My mother twisted her lips into a smile. “He’s so lonely up there by himself. It would be nice of you to visit.” My father put down his newspaper.
“You can help him work in his vinyard. You’ll have fun.” He stretched his arms as he stood up from the table. Kissing me on the forehead, he looked into my eyes. “Don’t be so hard-headed.”
“You’ll be heading out Saturday.”
I pushed myself away from the table, and stalked to my bedroom. What a summer this was going to be. I was defintley not looking foward to spending three months of freedom with my gramps. NOT AT ALL .