age

"Where's your trash can?"
"Under the sink" I tell her. She leans over to throw away her frozen food top and I notice her slender figure. I felt a little embarrassed, and it must've been written on my face when she turned around. "What's wrong?" "Nothing" I say with a slight shake of my head. "Have you ever had one of these?" she asks. I don't really remember what we got from the store so I tell her that I don't know. She presses start and leans against the sink.
"So you were telling me about your Grandfather?"
"Yeah," I say "Him and I used to spend hours in the basement, playing with little lights and batteries and what not. He'd give me a bunch of my Dad's old toys to play with, like his Erector set, and train set."
"Are you close to him?" she asks.
"Oh well, he passed away about three years ago."
"I'm sorry," she says "My grandfather died when I was really young."
I look over at her and can tell that she only rememebers good memories of him.
"We're in the dead Grandfather club." I say.
She pauses for a second, "But neither of us are dead grandfathers" she says as she goes to the microwave. She opens the door and pauses as the steam billows out. "A lot of people make jokes about being old, and they wonder about what they will look like and who they will be when they are that age." I stood listening, wondering if I had saddened her.
"I think that when I am old, I will think about the kind of person I was when I was young." She looks over at me and smiles, "Sort of ironic isn't it?"
"Sort of" I say. And I begin to think about how much of my life I've spent thinking about who I am, and who I could be, and who I've been.
She hands me a plate and smiles. "These things are awesome. So cheap!" she says as she bites the hot food off with care. We sit in silence for a while, eating, and looking at things around my kitchen. "Hey" she says, looking over at me "Thanks for giving me something to think about when I get old."