Phillipe's

Grandma sits on her couch while Grandpa sits in his pink recliner. We’re hungry for lunch but Grandma likes her couch more than going out so Grandpa takes the 8 of us to Phillipe’s for a sandwich. Not just any sandwich but one with roast beef, melty cheese, and bread baked fresh and dipped in au jus.

The cashier woman knows grandpa’s order and makes the food faster than light and we squeeze into the booth. The boys dump spicy mustard on their bread, I must’ve been 8 years old back then.

Grandma sits on her couch While Grandpa sits in his pink recliner. Dad goes out and brings back lunch, we eat Phillipe’s at Grandpa’s house. Grandpa’s lungs need oxygen and rest. For now, he eats with us at the table.

But soon we’re eating Jack-in-the-Box at the house on the table. Grandma stays on her couch Grandpa stays in his pink recliner. Grandpa isn’t hungry anymore.

Dad took me to Phillipe’s for a sandwich, the same woman made our food fast. We went back and ate with grandma. She ate on the couch and Dad and I spread spicy mustard on our fresh sandwiches dipped in au jus at the table. The room lacks a pink recliner.