Out of my entire family my grandmother was really the only person who read the Sunday paper with any kind of regularity. Whenever i would stay in her house i was absolutely guaranteed to wake up to find her at her thick kitchen table with the comics section all splayed out in front of her working on cryptics and things with the teevee blithely chirping weekend nonsense in the background.

I wasn’t one for waking up early and so i would always miss the sound of crawling through the paper… front page stories, local interest, past the ads neatly tucked in front of the funnies for just that reason. I only ever saw the aftermath.


Today i awoke to a quiet sort of rustling seeping through the sturdy door and it took me a moment to orient to just where i was before i realized someone was reading the paper in the kitchen. I didn’t want to bother them, so i just rolled over and took a nap.