by Sylvia Spruck Wrigley
Tiffany forced a reassuring smile onto her face. "We're just going to feed the ducks," she told the nurse. "I promise I'll take her straight to the park and back. There won't be any trouble."
The nurse raised an eyebrow at Tiffany. "There better not be. And be back before tea, do you hear?"
Tiffany helped her grandmother into her buggy. "Back before tea, I promise."
Grandma grinned and revved the buggy engine. The nurse turned on her heel and stormed out.
Grandma held her tongue until they were well out of sight of the home. "Feed the ducks, my bottom. You didn't even bring any bread. I'm amazed Terror-Tits didn't complain."
"Grandma, if you didn't come up with shocking nicknames for the nursing staff, I wouldn't have to work so hard to spring you out."
"They're still sore because you helped me sneak in that bottle of vodka. I'll get a full body search when I get back, I'm sure."
"I did not help you, Grandma. I thought you were buying lavender oil to help you sleep!"
"Vodka helps me sleep better." She slowed as they reached the edge of the park. "You aren't really going to make me sit here for an hour, are you? I'm missing the poker game."
Tiffany pointed. "There's cousin Brock." Grandma hit full speed on the buggy. Brock's job with the Space Consortium meant they didn't get to see him often. Only in town for a day, he'd asked Tiffany to bring Grandma to the park for a surprise. Tiffany was pretty sure it wasn't about feeding ducks.
"It's a real life jetpack, Grandma," he was saying when Tiffany caught up. He held up a thick, black canvas vest with small spouts poking out the back.
"You know you want to."