On lucky days, Granny would win. Before she broke her hip she usually did. She made it back in the house first, and i would be safe behind her by the time Granddaddy came in holding whatever body part she had injured with her cane and looking like he'd like to kill us both but didn't dare. On the unlucky ones he got into the house first and snatched me from the nest i'd made shaking me and screaming about how much hell "that crazy old bitch would raise." And, i would pay. It was a hell of a gamble. But, sometimes it was worth it.
