Memories of Morgan : Grandpa Drinks Whiskey by Esther Brown |
“Sex lights!” Grandpa Gary muttered, as he slowed his truck to a stop on the side of the road. Morgan’s blue eyes widened as the uniformed cop got out of the police car and came to Grandpa’s window. I quickly checked my middle seat belt and the security of Morgan’s car seat next to the window. It is legal to seat a child in the front seat when there is no crew cab, right? Gary has a CDL and never speeds. Maybe a light was out? “Don’t worry Morgan, it will be fine,” I reassured her, whispering. “Sir, did you realize you were speeding?” His eyes swept past me to Morgan, the adorable toddler with the curls. Morgan smiled sweetly, leaning forward so he could hear her. “Grandpa drinks whiskey!” The officer suppressed a grin, shook his head and wrote the ticket, chuckling all the way back to his car.
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