Fallen (editing)

Chapter 4

I pull on some clothes that Grandfather laid out for me.
It's a pair of jeans and a black jacket with a hood.
I pull it on, pushing the hood onto my face.
I walk into the front room, sitting down at the table. Grandfather smiles at me from across it and Dimitrio is perched on the window sill, pecking at the peeling paint.
"How did you sleep?"
Grandfather comes over to sit next to me.
"I slept ok. How did you sleep, Grandfather?"
"Please son, call me Pops."
I raise an eyebrow at Dimitrio, who shrugs. At least, it looks like a shrug.
"Ok...... How'd you sleep Pops?"
The word feels uncomfortable and unfamiliar in my mouth.
"Slept fine son. But what was with all the yelling last night?"
His brow is furrowed and he looks at me, his eyes cloudy with concern.
"Bad dream." I shrug.
He nods. He stands up and rummages in the cabinet, pulling out a bowl and a box of our Froot Loops.
Dimitrio perches onto my shoulder.
"What did he say?"
I sigh and rub my head. "He said to remember his stories."
Dimitrio stiffens. "As in those stories?"
I nod. He sighs.
"Guess you got your work cut out for you. You dad has some seriously high standards."
I blinked. "Really? I didn't notice."
Dim rolled his eyes.
Grand-Pops comes back and sets the food in front of me.
He hands me a spoon and I take a few bites. I swirl my spoon around a few times and look up.
"Grandfath- Pops, what am I supposed to do exactly?"
"What do you mean son?"
"What are we supposed to do all day?"
He thinks for a moment.
"You could go to school."
I shudder and glance at Dimitrio, who's shaking his beak violently.
"Uh......."
"You could go around town or stay here."
I jump out of my seat.
"Going to town."
Dimitrio hops onto my shoulder and we walk out of the door.
"Have fun!" Grandfather calls after us.
We walk across the street.
"How exactly are you going to 'remember' his stories?"
I shrug. "By doing what Father did, I guess."
Dimitrio rubs his beak with his wing.
"Hmmmm......"