'Tis-Frank McCourt
Then on the way down the elevator she tells me I said the wrong thing to Grandma, that Grandma is sixty-five and works very hard cooking and keeping the house clean and doesn't like people's smartass remarks about taking a few minutes on the couch.
What I want to say is this, Oh, fuck your grandma and her cooking and cleaning. She has plenty of food and drink and clothes and furniture and hot and cold running water and no shortage of money and what the bloody hell is she complaining about? There are women all over the world raising large families and not whining and there's your grandmother lying on her arse complaining she has to take care of an apartment and a few people. Fuck your grandma again.
This is what I want to say except that I have to swallow my words in case Mike Small might be offended and never see me again and it's very hard going through life not saying what comes to your tongue. It's hard being with a beautiful girl like her because she'd never have any trouble getting someone else and I'd probably have to find another girl not as good-looking who didn't mind my bad eyes and my lack of a high-school diploma though a girl not as good-looking might offer me a chair and cup of tea and I wouldn't have to swallow my words all the time.