GRANDMOTHER BLUES
Rachel Starsky bustled around her small kitchen, humming to herself as she efficiently folded her laundry and started supper. She was on automatic pilot, her mind apparently somewhere else. 'Let's see, what kind of name would be good for my granddaughter or grandson' she wondered.
Ken Hutchinson knocked lightly on the front door. "Mrs. Starsky?" he called out.
The door opened with a jerk. "Oh, when will you call me Mom, like a good boy, Ken! It's a good thing you are so handsome or I'd . . ." Rachel stopped suddenly, giving Hutch a once over that made him nervous.
"Mrs. Starsky . . . Mom?"
Rachel motioned Hutch to her kitchen.
"Sit down, Ken, sit down and have one of my oatmeal cookies. You know, my Davy is such a nice-looking Jewish boy . . ."
Rachel's oatmeal cookies were delicious, but a bit chucky and Ken swallowed, still wondering what Mrs. Starsky was talking about.
'Yes, any child Davy would have would be good-looking as he is; as Michael was. Nicky, too. But Mrs. Nettles has a new granddaughter, a beautiful, blonde blue-eyed granddaughter, and a grandchild like that – resembling you, would be excellent! Betty is bragging about her grandchildren being the best," Rachel muttered.
Hutch felt he was in the twilight zone. Surely Rachel couldn't be thinking that . . .Oh, oh, she must be thinking of Starsky and a blonde girlfriend – though Ginger, his latest, had red hair.
"Anyway, you will help me, Ken dear?"
Hutch shrugged, still not understanding what Rachel Starsky was asking. He had heard about the dreaded 'Grandmother Syndrome' and it seems it had captured Starsky's mother. He had to get to Starsky to warn him.
The End (for now?)