My Boss & His Personal Assistant

Chapter 40

No more questions from her. Thank God. She loves asking questions , but I'm glad she finally understands. I have to go visit my grandmother , she is pissed at me. "Mary ..." I say. 

"Yeah ?"

"Can we go see my grandmother ?" I ask her. "Yeah , sure. Your grandmother is so nice , and she made me cookies yesterday. She used this nut that I've never tasted before , and even if I did I don't remember." She continues to ramble on about her new encounter with her famous Cajuil cookies as we head into the rental car that she bought yesterday. 

On the way there , my stomach starts to churn because I haven't seen her since I got here. I'm scared , so scared. Mary is just driving and she turns to me. "Alexsa , what's wrong ?" she asks , concerned once again. "Nothing , just really happy to see mi abuela , ya know ? Haven't seen her in years." She nods her head as she's driving and a car nearly hits us , mainly on her side. 

I immediately roll the window down and shout in Spanish: "¡ Hola idiota ! Casi se nos golpea, ¡ aprender a conducir !"(Hey idiot ! You almost hit us , learn how to drive !) I was already heated and upset and the fact that he almost killed my best friend had me close to furious. Mary just sat there in awe. "I love love LOVE Spanish ! I love you !" Even though we could have gotten hurt , she's still in a happy mood. I smirked as she turned the corner and continued to drive. "He could've killed you. Ese idiota." I say. She looks at me confused. "I said that idiot." She says oh and giggles. 

We arrive at my grandmother's house some minutes later , finding her and my mother sitting on the porch drinking lemonade and conversing in Spanish , as usual. Mary jumps out of the car and greets my family , them returning with smiles and hugs. The minute they both see me , their smiles disappear almost instantly. Mary senses the tension and asks to go in the house. 

"Mother , hi." She looks at me with somewhat shame before giving me a hug. "Grandma ..."

"Alexsa." She says with her thick accent.

"Hello , how ... how are you ?" I ask. I swear I feel like I'm shaking in front of her. She looks at me up and down. "You look beauty as usual , but I'm upset nieta." I see her English has improved. "Thank you , and I know you are for two reasons and I apologize. I'm really sorry." I walk over to her and hug her and I feel like I'm about to break down right in her arms. I would usually see my grandfather but as you all know , he's dead.

I sigh. "Should've seen you as soon as I got here." I hug her even tighter but give her space to breathe. "I .. forgive you. Don't do it again. Don't say you do one thing and then do another." She says in broken English. "Okay , I promise."

"With the pinky ?" She says , making me giggle. "Yes abuela , with the pinky." We acutally twist pinkies , which makes me smile. We finally get into the house and see Mary and my dad stuffing her face with the cookies and we all laugh at them. "They are good , yes ?" my grandmother asks. "Yes , Senorita Haven." They say with a full mouth. I dig into the cookies myself and it immediately brings me back to my childhood. 

Ugh , all these goddamn memories.

I remember when my mother and I would visit frequently and she would always make these cookies for me because she knew they were my favorite. You couldn't get these cookies from nowhere else but Grandma Haven's kitchen. "Your cookies are still yummy , abuela." I tell her , and she turns around and smiles. I slip away from the kitchen and head to my grandfather's personal room. All of his accomplishments , degrees , awards and many more are in this room. My eyes wander to the baseball hat signed by his favorite baseball player , Ted Williams. He told me he went all the way to Ohio went he was playing there to get it signed. 

I thought that was the most dumbest thing he could ever do. Going all the way to the United States for some stupid baseball player that probably wasn't even good. That was his dream , he said , so I didn't even put my two cents in. My heart drops as I look around , remember the stories he used to tell me about the things that he has. My eyes start to tear up , I'm going to miss him so much. I haven't seen him since the last time I was here , which was 6 years ago.