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7
Rosie Goldglittâs Grandpa Joe
Dinner that evening was a Goldglitt lovefest for Rosie, Jimmy, and their mother. Rosie amused them by describing her skit over forkfuls of spaghetti and tofu meatballs. Her brother hooted when she told them about holding Maryâs dress together.
âThere would have been more drama if youâd let it fall to the floor,â he said.
Mrs. Goldglitt congratulated Rosie. âYou donât even like the girl, but you helped her out! Iâm proud of you, honey. Love thine enemy,â she said, rolling her eyes to heaven, which set them all laughing.
âShe didnât even thank me,â Rosie said. âNothing changed. But Robbie said I was cute!â
âDid he say it sarcastically?â Jimmy asked.
âNot at all!â Nothing could sink Rosieâs spirits tonight. She had looked up the word cute in the dictionary. The definition sounded even better than the word itself. Robbie thought she was âendearingly pretty,â and there hadnât been a hint of sarcasm.
They cleared the dirty dishes, and Jimmy surprised them by wiping off the table, a chore that he hated. Rosie and Jimmy did their homework in the living room and then settled down to watch television. Jimmy laughed at the he-man parts, and Rosie and her mother watched what the stars were wearing. The popcorn was salty, low-fat but tasty. For the first time in a long time, it felt like the family was working again.
The telephone rang, and Mrs. Goldglitt answered. By the look on her face, someone had died.
âWhoâs hurt?â said Rosie, remembering the same expression when the police had called to tell them that their father had been involved in a traffic accident.
âWhoâs dead?â said Jimmy, voicing what she felt.
âNo one,â their mother quickly replied, cupping her hand over the receiver. âUncle Moe says thereâs something the matter with Grandpa. Let me hear.â
Mrs. Goldglitt adored her fatherâs brother. When Grandma Rebecca had ended up in the nursing home after a broken hip, Uncle Moe had come to the rescue. Rosieâs parents were in the middle of their divorce, and Grandpa Joe didnât know how to make his bed, or pay the bills, or do the laundry. They all knew that Grandpa couldnât live by himself. But who could take him? Rosieâs mother hated to see her father in a nursing home, but had put him on the waiting list to join Grandma Rebecca, just in case. Uncle Moe took pity and invited Grandpa to live with him until Grandma recovered. Rosie remembered hearing her mother tell her uncle, âI could kiss your feet, Iâm so relieved.â Twice a week, Uncle Moe had taken Grandpa to the nursing home to visit his wife. And one day, Grandmaâs bed was empty. She had died in the middle of the night.
Rosie loved Grandpa Joe better than anyone. Before the divorce, he was her biggest admirer. He listened to her. After Grandma died, with her mother dating and Jimmy in his own world and Dad building a new life away from them, Rosie needed Grandpaâs ears more than ever. He rarely gave her much advice, but nodded his head or widened his eyes so that she felt understood. When Grandma was around, he had laughed a lot, as if the worldâs problems didnât touch him and life was expected to be good. After her death, the laughter had lessened.
Rosieâs mother pressed the telephone against her ear, muttering, âI see, I see,â over and over. When she said goodbye, she sank into the armchair with a sigh that wiped out the eveningâs pleasure. âGrandpa Joe is too much for Uncle Moe,â she said. âHe needs a break.â
âFor how long?â asked Rosie.
âHeâs not staying in my room,â Jimmy said quickly.
âJimmy, youâll have to sleep in Dadâs old office. Your room is away from the stairs and next to the bathroom. We canât have