Photo: Mapio.net; Goizueta, Navarre
“I am not going!”
They cannot send him to that miserable hut where there’s no electricity, no running water, creepy crawlies, and no internet. Even monks have internet. He was going to be worse off than a monk!
His father sighed. “Aitona Antton needs help and Osaba Alesander is still recovering from his motorcycle accident.”
“So I need to lose a leg to get out of this?” Danel grumbled.
His father’s sharp inhale told him he’d gone too far.
He shrugged apology. He was in enough trouble. Ditching school, hanging out “with the wrong crowd.” It was exile or jail.
“He’s your great-grandfather,” his father sounded tired, and not just from spending nights at Uncle Alesander’s bedside. “You used to love visiting him.”
“Before Birramona died …” Danel stopped. The remote homestead was awfully quiet without his great-grandmother. How much more so for Aitona-handia?
He sighed. “At least I like goat-cheese.”
For What Pegman Saw
(Basque glossary – Aitona: Grandfather; Aitona-handia: Great grandfather; Birramona: Great grandmother; Osaba: Uncle)