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"Where the hell were you, Josef? That fan, turn it to the left. No, no! Wie alt bista doch? Don't you know your own left from your right? When I was your age I had my own plow and team. My brother Payter, too. And Anton. We broke this prairie, grass high as your head, land never touched by a plow, the spring of '65. During the Indian uprising. Who could ever forget it?" He sighed.
Not the Indian uprising again. Everybody knew he was born after the uprising. The fan at my back loosened the shirt stuck to my spine. I was in the little spot where Grandpa couldn't see me without cricking his neck.
"Come here when I'm talking to you. Verdammte Hitz'!"
My reflection moved in the glass of the Sacred Heart picture but he didn't see it. The bed creaked dangerously as he turned.
"Ja, there you are, Josef. Where the hell were you? Get me some ice water . . . if there's any left. You'd think there'd be ice for me." He mumbled, "That woman." He pushed himself up on his elbows. "Wait, if Grandma's in the garden, bring me a bottle of beer. Quick, before she comes back."
"Grandpa, she said no more beer. I'll get in trouble."
"Bring' es doch, du kleiner Schisser. Get it, you little shit. I'm not in jail here."
Through the window I could see Grandma carrying water in the pickle patch, the only green as far as I could see.
I ran down the steps into the quiet cool of the cellar and pulled the light. The walls glowed with a hundred reflections of the single bulb, jars of plum jelly, canned beef, corn and peas. I walked through the sweet smell of onions and the rot of last year's potatoes to the stacks of beer cases that Meinulph had brought out from the saloon. Grandpa had counted them, sucking in his breath at each number. When Prohibition came back, he was going to be ready. I opened the bottle and hid the bottle-cap in my pocket. Grandpa grabbed it from my hand. He tilted it to his lips and the beer foamed and ran into the folds of his neck.
"You shake it when you came up?" he asked. I made for the door. "Wait, it's OK. Stay here, Josef. Danke. You can run the empty back in a few minutes. Can you move the fan, please? Point it right at me?" He whispered, "Bring me another one, Josef. Schnell. Give you a nickel if you do." He gave me his best smile.
"Grandma says not to. She'll kill me if she finds out."
"Everybody's gotta die sometime. It's right there in the Bible-seventy years. I've got that and nine more. I'm not afraid of dying."
He closed his eyes. "This damn heat. Purgatory couldn't be much worse." He peered at me from lowered lids. "I'm having your mother call in the priest. Now don't tell your Grandma." He handed me the empty bottle. "Go. Right now. Bring two." His loud whisper followed me out of the room. Nein, drei. Drei, Josef. Bring' doch drei."
I raced down the stairs, thinking about why Grandma and Grandpa hated each other. I'd heard Mom and Dad talking about Grandpa and the hired girls who had to be sent away. Back when he was skinny. The floor felt cold to my bare feet. I grabbed three bottles, then thought, how old do you have to be to do what you want? I pulled out a fourth and ran up the stairs. The rippled edges of the bottle-caps bit into my fingers.
"You open them," I said. "I don't want to."
He cranked his body against the creaking headboard. The smile that lit his face pushed his cheeks up and nearly closed his eyes. "Bless you, Josef. You'll go to heaven." He pulled an opener from under the sheet. I just started at the picture of the Crown of Thorns flaming around the Sacred Heart. He tilted his head back, emptied the bottle, and wiped his mouth with the edge of the sheet.
"Josef, mein Bubchen, there's a dime for you, right next to my snuff box. That's right, take it. It's yours. Go now. Don't worry, I'll get rid of the bottles." His heavy hand weighed down my shoulder. "Josef, I wish I could still sleep out under the trees with the rest of you. It might make me feel young again."
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