Gilly's Back In Town Day!
"Gilly's back in town."
Your grandmother catches her breath.
"He's gonna cause trouble."
Your Grandmother starts clearing the table. "Your brother is in Mexico and he's never coming back."
"He left his driver's license in the crack of my door."
She stops at the sink, arches her back, takes a breath before she turns. "Show it to me," she says.
You toss the driver's license across the table. She sits down and picks it up. She puts her hand over her mouth as if to stifle a sob. "He looks so young," she says. She holds it closer. "Still valid."
"When I was a kid, you know how much we looked alike. When I was a kid I used to ask him if I could borrow his driver's license to take a girl out in Dad's old Chevy."
Your grandmother waits with her eyes closed.
"He'd say, You'll get it when I'm dead. I won't be needing no wheels in hell."
"He's gonna kill Paul," she says. Paul's your Dad's brother. Killed your Dad. Stole your Mom.
"Whether he does or not, he's sure planning to get hisself killed."
Your grandmother goes back to the sink and washes a dish. She puts it in the rack to dry. She picks up another dish out of the sink, holds it in front of her chest. She doesn't turn around when she says, "Find him."
"Now how in the hell am I—"
She wheels around at you with more life in her eyes than what's been in 20 years. "Find! Him! Or he'll take this whole town into the grave with him."
You nod three times without breathing.
Happy Gilly's Back In Town Day!