The old man grimaced. He was sweating profusely now. The bites were taking their toll. He gestured feebly over to the bedroom bookshelves.
"It's all in there," the old man whispered.
"What grandpa?" the teen grandson asked.
"The Constitution, the Declaration of Independence," he gasped. "All of it."
"I've got to read all that?" the young man asked.
"Yes," the old man replied. "But, next time, change one thing."
"What grandpa?"
"Next time . . ."
"What grandpa?"
"In these times, make everyone work."
"OK, grandpa."
"No free lunches."
The old man closed his eyes. The teen placed his hands under this grandfather's nostrils. There was no breath. Soon, those eyes would open again soon. The young man's hands were trembling. He knew what must be done, but the revolver was heavy.
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| M1917 .45 Caliber Revolver - photo by Mcumpston (talk)Mike Cumpston / Public domain |
