Losing marbles

My efficient and disciplinarian mother often insulted my grandparents.

“I tell you, Jim, these two have lost their marbles. What on the earth was Pop doing under the bed?”

The language perturbed me, and it was harsher than the manners I expected from her. I often came home late from the playground, and hid my marble collection in Grampa’s room.

I hope she has not found out….

 

Six Sentence Stories #72

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