//Not exactly an epilogue//
What was my great- great- however many times (really great)
and potentially German grandfather doing wandering around in the woods, by the
way?
Well, it wasn’t just “the woods”, it was The Black Forest,
so clearly he was having cake. Yes, and eating it, too. No dummies in my
family, thanks. Wasn’t he the one who was lost? No, he was just looking around.
Plus, since it’s dangerous to eat cake by yourself (as
anyone who lives alone can tell you) (especially if you live alone by a really
good bakery, or a Wegmans, shortly after they had that contest to come up with
the recipe for the Ultimate Chocolate Cake… man (this never happened to me
(honest))), you can imagine that my really great and actually pretty smart
grandfather was meeting someone.
Who else could he possibly have been meeting except someone
else of equal significance and stature in my life, another really great and
actually pretty smart grandfather of mine who was most certainly German, a
certain Herr Muntz?
And what were they talking about? Probably the cake (you’d
have to imagine), me (I’d have to imagine), and getting there (as in where they
were, where they wanted to be, and all the spinning it would take before they would
ever meet again).
Finally, the cake done, they wiped off their lips, shook
hands with each other, and headed their separate ways, each thinking their
separate thoughts and imagining the many possible futures their lives and genes
might take.
Spin, spin, spin.
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