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2:48 A.M.
Yearslater,shortlyafterhisdaughterwasborn,Henrycalledourhouseonenightintears."Igetitnow,"hetoldDad.
Strangelyenough,insomewaysGrampsseemedasupsetwithDad’smetamorphosisasHenryhadbeen.YouwouldhavethoughthewouldlovethenewDad.Onthesurface,heandGranseemsoold-school,it’slikeatimewarp.Theydon’tusecomputersorwatchcableTV,andtheynevercurseandhavethisthingaboutthemthatmakesyouwanttobepolite.Mom,whosworelikeaprisonguard,nevercursedaroundGranandGramps.Itwaslikenoonewantedtodisappointthem.
GrangotakickoutofDad’sstylistictransformation."HadIknownthatallthatstuffwasgoingtocomebackinstyle,Iwould’vesavedGramps’soldsuits,"GransaidoneSundayafternoonwhenwe’dstoppedbyforlunchandDadpulledoffatrenchcoattorevealapairofwoolgabardinetrousersanda1950scardigan.
"Ithasn’tcomebackintostyle.Punkhascomeintostyle,soIthinkthisisyourson’swayofrebellingalloveragain,"Momsaidwithasmirk."Whosedaddy’sarebel?Isyourdaddyarebel?"Mombaby-talkedasTeddygurgledindelight.
"Well,hesuredoeslookdapper,"Gransaid."Don’tyouthink?"shesaid,turningtoGramps.
Grampsshrugged."Healwayslooksgoodtome.Allmychildrenandgrandchildrendo."Buthelookedpainedashesaidit.
Laterthatafternoon,IwentoutsidewithGrampstohelphimcollectfirewood.Heneededtosplitsomemorelogs,soIwatchedhimtakeanaxtoabunchofdriedalder.
