Gramps treated us, his four youngest grandchildren, to the rodeo. Our Wisconsin cousins, Carrie Lynn and David, were mild-mannered and polite for the entire excursion.
Without Mom to prod us, Mark and I couldn’t uphold our trumped-up civility. On the drive back especially, as we shoved, kicked, and belittled one another, we showcased some of our ugliest-ever backseat behavior.
Gramps was silent. He pressed down harder on the accelerator of his Ford Fairlane.
Back at the cabin, Gramps darted inside and we cousins frolicked in the grassy yard. Minutes later, an infuriated Mom came after Mark and me. She mostly spanked, uttering a few heated words about ungratefulness and humiliation.
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