Grandma

Grandma

by

Archer4Trip

Rating: G
Genre: General
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount. This may be promoting their show, but I’m not making any money off of it. Alas.

Trip stood outside the door to his grandmother's room, eavesdropping.

Inside, he could hear his older brother's annoyingly whiny voice and the low quiet warm rumble of his grandmother's conversation.

"Why isn't dad going to keep directing the farm operations?"

"Well, I suspect that he doesn't wish to work with the other men there any more."

"But why not?

"Perhaps they don't wish to work with him."

"Why? Dad's great."

"Sometimes people don't understand greatness in others."

"But why?"

Patiently, she responded: "It seems like they themselves are less than great."

"Why would they ask him to leave?"

"Because fear makes their decisions."
Owen thought long and hard on this.

"Why?" he ventured, one last time.

Grandma looked closely at him for quite a long while, until he began to fidget.

"Because they don't have enough knowledge and information."

Grandma hugged Owen tightly and then turned him and gave him a gentle push and a laugh to take with him. Trip's mind was turning round so fast that he nearly didn't notice his brother was turning the door handle. He whooshed around the corner and waited silently for a while.

After a moment of quiet in the hallway, Trip went up to Grandma's door and knocked, more softly than he thought he would.

"Yes? Come in." came the rich voice.

Trip pushed his head around the door until he saw her sitting in the large cushioned chair she seemed always to be in.

"Bring that unruly blond mop over here, at once," she said.

Trip hurried over to her and sat by the side of the footstool while she pulled out a comb and began another attempt to flatten the spikes that covered his head.

He was quiet for a long time, then finally looked at her and asked,

"Why isn't Daddy going to keep directing the farm operations?"

Her eyebrows bounced up as she eyed him, and his own brows rose, involuntarily, as he realized how quickly he had given himself away.

"Well, I would have to say that he doesn't want to work with those men now."

"But why? Don't they like him?"

"I think some of them don't, and that's the truth."

"Why not? Daddy can do anything."

"That he can. But some folks think they can't do it, when they see him do it."

"So?"

"That makes them afraid."

Trip thought very long about this, because it made very little sense.

"Why?"

Grandma looked at Trip, at the toy spaceship he had kept gripped tightly in his fist most of the day, at his waiting eyes.

"Because they don't really understand how to make things work."

Grandma hugged Trip tight and sent him off with a kiss, and an admonition to "Go find your brother and the two of you get outside and play."

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Four of you have made comments

Very sweet. Guess we know where Trip got his skills from... but he learned to make folks like him and still be great!

I can just see that hair!

Thanks for writing and sharing.

I really liked this but it felt like the background piece to a larger story (hint, hint). Hope you are considering a sequel. Ali D :~)

Thanks! It wasn't intended as a preview or part of a larger story, just as a way to see how Trip got where he is, and how he got to be who he is.

Nicely done! :)