Skipping Stones - COMPLETE

Chapter 1

My mom doesn't turn around; she just calls over her shoulder, "About twenty minutes away."

Well, that's a relief. I slept most of the way. An overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom comes over me. I start to squirm in my seat. "Oh. I've really gotta use the bathroom."

"No time to stop," Dad mutters, "We're on a tight schedule to catch our flight."

I inhale sharply. "I really have to go. Like I'm about to pee in my pants."

My mom looks back over her shoulder and gives me a stern look. "You heard your father. You're going to have to hold it." She shakes her head. "Anyway, look around, Alexandria. It's not like there's anywhere to stop."

I turn my head to look out of the window to hide my eye rolling. It's times like these when I wish I was a guy and could just go on the side of the road. Then again, it's not like Dad would stop anyway.

"Can't we just stop at that gas station right off the interstate?" I plead. "I don't think I'll make it. Please, Dad?"

"Fine. But you better hurry up, Alex."

"I will. I promise."

Crossing my legs, I put my hands in between them, as if putting my hands between my legs is going to actually keep me from wetting my pants. The mile markers tell me that we're only a couple of miles away from the exit, but I swear it seems like it takes us an hour to get to that gas station. We've all been silent since he agreed to stop. I know that I've got my Dad wrapped right around my pinky finger. He acts tough like he's being stern with me, but as an only child, I know better. Sitting here, I pray that I don't wet myself. I'm about 12 years past the age of peeing in my pants.

Silence. I hate silence.

Not much longer of sitting in silence. When we get to Memaw's and Papa's, there will be none. It's loud there. People from church and family are always visiting. Everyone is always cheerful. Sometimes my grandmother's cousin will come by and bring things he got for little or nothing. He's very much the bargain shopper. It's always funny to hear them talk about their weekly deals. My papa always chuckles and reminds me of what it's like to be old and on a fixed income.

Dad starts in on me as soon as we pull off of the interstate. "Alex, you need to hurry. I mean it. In and out in a flash."

"I know. I will." I smile. "Thanks, Daddy."

He shakes his head, but I can tell he's trying to hide his smile. "You're welcome, baby girl."

The car has barely stopped when I hop out of the back seat and run into the bathroom. In middle school, my best friend and I used to have races to see who could go to the bathroom the fastest. Our friends would time us every day after lunch. I always won. I've got this down to a near science.

One minute and twenty seconds later I'm flopping back into the car, panting. "Was that fast enough for ya?" I wink at my dad.

"That was pretty darn fast. I'm not gonna lie."

I look at my mom and she looks back to me. I can tell she's trying just as hard as I am to contain her amusement. Finally, we both just burst out laughing. Good times.

Another ten minutes, and I start to gather my bags as their house comes into sight at the bottom of the hill. "Don't act so excited to get rid of us, Alexandria," Mom says sarcastically.

I can't help but giggle. "Not excited to get rid of you."

"I know, Boo."

"I mean." I shrug. "You know. I'm gonna miss y'all. I just can't wait to see them. To get my great big hug from Pop." Sometimes I call Papa that, not sure why, but I just seemed to shorten it over the years. "And let's not forget I'm sure Memaw prepared a meal large enough to feed an army."

 As soon as the car is in park, I crawl out of the back seat and immediately head to the door. No knocking necessary. The only thing keeping me from the inside of my heaven on earth is an unlocked storm door. It creaks as I swing it open. "Knock knock. Who's there?" I tease.

My grandmother turns slightly from the stove in the kitchen that is open to the living room and looks over her shoulder. "Come give your Memaw a hug!"

Papa's sitting in his recliner in the living room, which I have to pass to get to the kitchen in order to hug Memaw. Papa interjects, holding his arm out to catch me. His face is beaming. "Oh no. Not before she sits right here," he pats his right thigh, "on her Papa's lap and gives me a hug first."

Tossing my stuff to the side, I can't help but plop down onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a peck on the cheek. "You know. One day I'm going to break your legs sitting on your lap."

He chuckles. "Oh no. I don't think so." He shakes his head. "You'll never be too big or too old for your Papa's lap."

I smile as I give him another hug. "I sure have missed you both." I nod towards the kitchen, then wink. "I better give her some love or she might think I have a favorite between the two of you."

He releases me and I bounce the few steps to Memaw's side. The smell in this house is divine. Fried cornbread is in the cast iron skillet. Salmon patties are on a plate in the center of the stove. There's a large pot of corn, which I'm sure has at least one stick of butter in it. The table, which is more of a bar separating the kitchen from the living room, is already set for us. There is a plate full of fresh cut tomatoes, a bottle of hot peppers, and a bottle of mustard. "Hey," I say as I wait for her to put the spatula down.

She wipes her hands on her apron and pulls me into a warm embrace, then looks into my eyes. "Ya know you're growing like a weed." She strums her hands up and down my arms. "I do believe you might be taller than your Daddy!"

The door creaks and my parents emerge with the rest of my stuff. Dad calls, "No way has she passed her Daddy, but she's pretty darn close." He puts my bags down by the couch, and walks towards Papa, who stands up and extends his arm. "Dad." He pulls him into what I call a guy hug. "Lookin' good," he says as he lets go of him and walks towards us.

"Good to see ya, son." Papa rubs his belly as he hugs my mom. "Lookin' round is more like it." Papa smirks back to Memaw and that look in his eyes is so obviously love. I see it when my father looks at my mother, too. "She feeds me too well."

Dad walks up to Memaw and gives her a hug, then reaches around for a salmon patty. "Mmm. So good. Wish we had time to stay for supper, but we have a flight to catch."

"Sug, you want me to fix you a plate for the road?" I roll my eyes playfully. What is it with people saying 'sug' instead of 'sugar' in the South. My grandparents love to use those pet names.

Dad glances back to mom. "Babe, you want a plate to take with us?"

"Oh, that'd be fantastic." She looks to me. "Especially since Miss Alex had to stop to go to the bathroom. I doubt we'll have time to stop for food."

I give mom a playful glare. "Hey! I can't help when I gotta go."

She winks as she laughs, "I know. I'm just picking. Well, partially picking." She grabs a couple of plates from the bottom cabinet. "I really wish we had more time to visit. I hope y'all have a great summer." After she gives the plates to Memaw, she pulls me into a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, Boo. I hope you have a nice summer. We'll call you every day."

"I know, Mom." I pat her back. "It's not like spending summers apart is anything new. It's just that you're not going to be three hours away this year."

"Right," she says in a determined voice. "You're right. Just seems different since I'll be so far away."

I shrug. "Okay."

She pushes me back so she can look into my eyes. "We'll bring you some Twining's English Tea."

I cock my head to the side and playfully say in my best Eliza Doolittle accent, "That would be lovely."