The Jilting of Granny Weatherall
By Katherine Anne Porter
“She flicked her wrist
neatly out of Doctor Harry’s pudgy careful fingers and pulled the sheet up to
her chin. The brat ought to be in knee
breeches. Doctoring around the country
with spectacles on his nose! “Get along now, take your school books and go. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
Granny Weatherall is 80 years old. She sure wishes her daughter and Doctor Harry
would quit treating her like she was deaf.
She can hear just fine since she can hear all of their whispering.
Tomorrow she wants to get those letters out of the attic, letters
written to George and John. She doesn’t
want anyone to know just how silly she used to be.
“Well, she could just
hear Cornelia telling her husband that Mother was getting a little childish and
they’d have to humor her. The thing that
most annoyed her was Cornelia thought she was deaf, dumb and blind.”
Oh how she wished for the old days back again, when the
children were young again. There was no
changing the fact they were hers.
Even though there is still much to do Granny begins to
realize this is what her death is like.
All her children have come to watch her die. Granny doesn’t want to go yet, she still has
things to do.
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