RoAsTeD ChIcKeN

The bad part of writing about those hilarious family stories is that, in general, we can not transmit them with all the colours and the sparks they usually have; on the other hand, if we don’t do it, we risk losing them forever.
I’ll try to share one today.
I assume that when my grandparents got married there wasn’t too much love going on, but they got engaged and, in that time, it was not an option to step back from such a commitment. So they continued together until my grandpa died.
My grandmother used to be out of the house all the time, taking care of her sick relatives, even the ones she didn’t know!!, and if there wasn’t anyone sick she invented it….no wonder my grandpa sooner than later got a secret love, a love that also stood by his side until he passed away.
My grandpa tried hard to hide that relationship, but my grandma found it out and started controlling all his steps so it became too difficult for him to see his love…but then my dad appeared…..
My parents were very young when they met, almost teenagers I’d say, and my dad was extremely respectful of his father in law. Little by little my grandpa convinced my dad of becoming his abettor, and with the story of having a drink with his son in law, my grandpa had the perfect alibi. The thing is that grandpa would pick up dad every day to have the famous drink… the fact is that he would leave my dad alone in the middle of nowhere while he visited his lady and then pick him up again to go home together. Clever uh?
One day this lady gave my grandpa a gift, a little plush chicken, the ones that some people hang in the mirror of the car. Of course my grandpa couldn’t get home with the present, so he told my dad to keep it and to come the following day with the gift as if it were his so my grandma wouldn’t suspect a thing. My dad obeyed.
My dad came, gave the chicken to my grandpa, as it was planned, and went for a walk with my mom….”Success”, he thought.....wrong!!!
Some days later he was invited to have dinner at my mom’s…they were about to start but my grandma told my mom she had forgotten to buy the bread, and asked her to go and get some from the grocery store a block away of the house. My dad stayed alone with my grandparents…there was a strange silence and suddenly my grandma appeared with a covered tray and put it in front of my dad….”open it, please” she said nicely, and my dad uncovered it innocently…and he almost faint… there it was the little chicken, roasted and still smoking!!!! My dad, who is dark skinned, became pale as paper and started stammering….but he couldn’t say anything coherent enough; I guess he was too stunned to say something in front of the poor wire skeleton of the little chicken.
“That will teach you, that will teach you” grandma said…..and sure it did.