Grandfather pauses
darts swing down to his side
“Goddamn ragheads!”
he glares at the door
where three turbaned men
have just come in
“Got no respect!’
Shocked I put my hands on him
forestalling movement
“Don’t say that. They’re Ghurkas,” I say
he mutters darkly
I am ashamed of him and show it
and start to say so when
my Grandfather’s friend pulls me aside
“Leave it.
It ain’t for you to be talking so
Not to him.
His words is just the liquor
You should know better
For chrissakes he’s your Grandfather
Smarten up.”
I look forward to next week
when my Grandfather and I get to play darts again
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