Old Ways
I heard Grandfather walk into the room, and smelled the liquor on him. “What’re you doing, Suzie?” he slurred.
“I’m working on schoolwork,” I said. “Mathematics.”
“Kids these days. Working math on paper. When I was your age, we did it all on computers.”
“Grandpa, please...”
“Oh, I’m not going to side with the heretics, I understand the danger. But just a little calculator? No, my granddaughter has to waste her potential working on arithmetic by hand. Where’s the sense?”
“Grandpa, hush.” I thought of the Inquisition; how loudly had he been yelling?
There was a knock on the door.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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