She's Not Worthy

This Is A Test

The cries of a new little one would be here in three months and I was going to have to make some plans about traveling and spending some time helping Shawna out. There was more than enough room for her to come back home if she wanted to, but I knew that it would be better if I went to visit with her. Home for a newborn was all about adapting to the new surroundings. All I could do was think about changing diapers when that little one got here; oh how I hoped that kids would come with automatic self-cleaning.

I wanted to have a plan in place so that I could be ready and available to assist her. There was so much to do and little time to do it in. I had a house guest in my home and so far things have been working out just fine. She has been paying the rent on time and the cleaning of the house has been a lot easier on me. Since Ralph was messing up, it was his parent's responsibility to clean up behind him and then some. The pitter-patter of little feet came rushing into my room.

"Grandma" he repeated until he was standing directly in front of me.

"Yes Ro" I said calling him by the nickname that I gave him.

"Can we have a party?" he said so full of excitement.

"A party... for whom?"

"I don't know" he said still full of surprises.

"Ro' who have you heard or seen talking about a party?"

"The people across the street are wearing birthday hats grandma."

I knew from the moment he asked me about a party that he had seen something. Ro' normally doesn't ask for specific things unless he sees it. I slipped on my house shoes and walked to the front door. Darren and his wife Mel were celebrating their second year for being homeowners. I took Ro' by the hand and we walked across the street.

"Grandma, can I push the button?" he asked

"Sure you can."

I gave him a lift and his little finger pressed hard onto the white button. The sounds of bells rang into the air and he looked up at me smiling. It wasn't long before someone arrived at the door.

"Hey J and Ro' how are you guys?" said Darren.

"We are good, thanks for asking. We came over because Ro' saw that you were having a party; may we join you guys?"

"Yeah sure, let me get Mel so that she can speak to you."

Opening the screen door, he invited us inside. The house was full of their family and friends. As we walked through the crowd to find a place to sit, Darren yelled through the house for Mel. I looked around and saw no other children, but I figured that I would give it one more look and I turned to look outside the window. Sure enough, the kids were outside running around having fun as the adults drank inside away from them. I picked up Ro' and we headed towards the back door. His little feet were swinging anxiously to get down and play with the other kids. As soon as I stepped foot outdoors, I put him down and off he went. We didn't overstay our welcome, we stayed just long enough to let him get tuckered out and to eat some cake.

It was half past six and Sean was not home; come to think of it neither was Wendy. I tried not to show my reaction to their tardiness, but it was really eating me up inside. Hell I could've had plans or something and they are late bringing their ass home. The sound of two cement blocks being rubbed together is how my teeth felt. The curl in my lip went from cheerful to sly and only if they knew what I was thinking. Another hour had gone by and still no sign of either one of them. Then a horn blared as if someone was leaning on it. It only caught my attention because it sounded like it was coming from my garage. My vehicle was parked alongside my office; which left my two car stall garage empty. I wasn't for sure if the noise definitely came from there, but I couldn't just let it go. I went to the back end of the house and entered the garage. What I saw shocked the hell out of me. Five liquored up bodies were stumbling around in my garage and one of them was sitting behind the wheel puffing on what looked like rolling paper. It only took ten seconds for it to sink in and two point three seconds for me to start popping off.