My tiny, adolescent fingers edged the antique drawer of this wardrobe back. I know what’s inside. I have to be quiet, very quiet. The wooden drawer squeaks if I jerk it to quickly. Shhh! He might hear us. I push my sister behind me to be the look out and watch the door. He could appear around the corner at any moment.
One more deep breath in and a final tug as I gently pull the drawer toward me. It didn’t have to be all the way open, just enough for my little hand to reach in and pull out the loot.
“He’s coming!”
I whip my hand away, turn to face the door with my arms folded behind my back and a sheepish smile across my face.
“Oh no, that was just the dog.”
Oh my little sister, how do you get a West Highland Terrier confused with a grandpa? I turn around to return to my stealth mission. My arm was completely swallowed by this great drawer as I blindly felt around for that coveted golden tin, this tin of Scotch Mints.
There it is, right there. I had it in my grasp and pulled the tin back toward me. I couldn’t wait to taste this sweet, hard candy that I always clenched between my teeth and crunched.
“Did you find it?”
“What are you girls doing?” Grandpa boomed as he stood looming in the doorway.
Ceileigh had removed herself from the look out post. He’d busted our operation.
“Are you into the hiding place for MY candies? I’ll just have to find another place to hide it now.”
Grandpa took the tin from my hands. My eyes were sweeping the floor with shame. He twisted open the tin and let us each take one. I looked up and our eyes met, he winked with a big smile beaming across his face.
Happy 85th Birthday Grandpa!
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