By Jacqueline M.Hickey
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他会不时地喷出一串烟圈，在我试着将手指插入烟圈时，他便放声大笑。
我穿着凉爽的小睡衣，而祖父穿着他的无袖T恤衫，坐在那儿看着路上繁忙的交通。
我们数着过往的车辆，并猜想着拐过街角的下一辆汽车的颜色。
I Now know that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stairs that hot summer night over thirty-five years ago was not a tall man.But to a five-year-old，he was a giant.We sat side by side，watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street.A street that I was never allowed to cross unless accompanied by an adult，or at the very least，an older sibling1.
Cherry-scented2 smoke from Grampy's pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay3 while gray，wispy4swirls5danced around our heads.Now and again，he blew a smoke ring and laughed as I tried to target the hole with my finger.I，clad6 in a cool summer nightie，and Grampy，his sleeveless T-shirt，sat watching the traffic.We counted cars and tried to guess the color of the next one to turn the corner.
Once again，I was caught in the middle of circumstances.The fourth born of six children，it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for something.This night I was both.While my two baby brothers slept inside the house，my three older siblings played with friends around the corner，where I was not allowed to go.I stayed with Grampy and that was okay with me.I was where I wanted to be.My grandfather was baby-sitting while my mother，father and grandmother went out.
'Thirsty？'Grampy asked，never removing the pipe from his mouth.
'Yes，'was my reply.'How would you like to run over to the gas station there and get yourself a bottle of Coke？'
I couldn't believe my ears.Had I heard right？Was he talking to me？On my family's modest income，Coke was not a part of our budget or diet.A few tantalizing7 sips was all I had ever had，and certainly never my own bottle.
'Okay，'I replied shyly，already wondering how I would get across the street.Surely Grampy was going to come with me.
Grampy stretched his long leg straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket.I could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he always carried.Opening his fist，he exposed a mound8 of silver coins.There must have been a million dollars there.He instructed me to pick out a dime.After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket，he stood up.
'Okay，'he said，helping me down the stairs and to the curb，'I'm going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies.I'll tell you when it's safe to cross.You go over to the Coke machine，get your Coke and come back.Wait for me to tell you when it's safe to cross back.'
My heart pounded9.I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm.Excitement took my breath away.
Grampy held my hand tightly.Together we looked up the street and down，and back up again.He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross.He let go of my hand and I ran.I ran faster than I had ever run before.The street seemed wide.I wondered if I would make it to the other side.Reaching the other side，I turned to find Grampy.There he was，standing exactly where I had left him，smiling proudly.I waved.
'Go on，hurry up，'he yelled.
My heart pounded wildly as I walked inside the dark garage.I had been inside the garage before with my father.My surroundings were familiar.I heard the Coca-Cola machine motor humming even before I saw it.I walked directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser.I knew where to insert my dime.I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times.
