Professional Criminal
"You don't strike me as a professional criminal."
"That's what makes me so good at it." She states in a matter of fact way.
Not only is grandma completely serious as she is telling me about what she calls 'the family business,' she is barely even looking at me. She is more concerned with getting the cookies off of the pan that she just pulled out of the oven.
"But I don't understand. You murdered someone?" I ask.
"Oh dear! More than one! I have been doing this since before I married Grandpa!" She giggled at the thought.
"Martha, You remember when I was late with your birthday cake last month?" She looks up from her spatula.
"Yeah, you said that the train ran late." I know that is what she told me, I'm sure of it. Although now, every excuse she has ever given me is being questioned in my mind.
"I was never on the train dear. And Marsha Dillinger will never see that mansion again! Oh, and that cake took all night for me to decorate and I didn't get a thank you! You need to use your manners. When was the last time you did thank you cards?" I can see the smile in her eyes as she reaches across the counter to hand me a piping hot chocolate chip cookie.
"Martha Dil....... THE BANK OWNER??? No. No way. They said that someone broke into the office and killed her with her own purse strap." I can't even lift my cookie to my lips due to the shock of it all.
"That job brought in enough money to buy you a house outright." Grandma shakes her head at me. "Eat your cookie dear, they are better warm. I hate doing jobs so close to home, but it was a slow month and I was getting bored. You have chocolate on your chin."
I wipe my chin with my napkin as the thought crosses my mind that everything I thought I knew about Grandma is wrong.
Grandma reaches into the bowl of dough to start filling the cookie pan back up again. "Get used to the idea. Your dad isn't too bad at all this either." she says. "Sometimes he is a little messy in his work, but he enjoys it none the less!"
"Does MOM know about all this?" I hold my breath because I am not sure if I want mom a killer or not.
"Of COURSE dear! Who do you think keeps his knives sharp?" She is actually laughing at all this. "Now finish your cookie and get to packing. Dinner will be at 7, and you leave to start your training with Uncle Joe at 6 am tomorrow"
-Chelsey
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