Henry was madder than a hornet when he arrived at the local grocery store to buy Celeste is granddaughter her womanhood supplies. He is in the aisle for feminine hygiene and can’t decide what to buy for his little one. Henry feels embarrass and foreign looking at all the different kinds of brands when he is knocked out of his thoughts by a friend. “Henry your too old to be dipping your pecker into a younger crowd who bleeds, try dipping ya pecker into a wine bottle.” Henry quickly looked up to his smiling poker player friend and turned three shades of red. “I ain’t got no one in my life like that ya old geezer, it’s for my granddaughter. Do you know anything about this shit?”
Henry’s friend laughed out loud and nodded his head no, “Hang on I’ll get ya a woman over here.” Henry’s eyes widen with fear, “No that’s okay I’ll just take these pads.” Elderly Joe gave his friend a mischievous gaze and chuckled out loud. “Right, see ya this Thursday for a night of poker,” Joe left his friend’s side to finish his shopping with a smile upon his face for catching Henry so to say with his pants down. Henry grumbled out his dislike for being caught off guard by his friend as he headed to the check out counter with his package of pads.
Celeste let the bloody water out of the tub, and rinsed her body clean with a shower. She took a wash cloth and folded it up to tuck in between her legs. Naked as a jay bird and holding her cloth between her legs she went to her bedroom and took out a clean pair of underwear. With speed she put the panties on to hold the rag into place. She grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to put on just in time before Henry returned with her girly goods. She picked and wiggled at the discomfort of the rag between her legs. She jumped in surprise when her granddad knocked on her bedroom door.
“Here try one of these pads between ya legs, I ain’t the best person to buy these for you darlin’ but in time you will know what’s right for ya.” Celeste opened her door a crack to let Henry slide the package through the door. “Thank ya kindly papa,” Celeste commented in a embarrassed tone, and began to read the instructions on the package. By the time Celeste came out of her room she was going crazy with the thought and feeling of having something between her legs. Henry is sitting at the large round kitchen table smoking his pipe. She loved the scent of his tobacco compared to cigarette smoke, “Papa I…I…” Henry stopped her and said calmly to his granddaughter. “Sit down and eat some fruit I cut up for you it will help give you some energy.” Celeste obeyed and wiggled in her seat the discomfort of the pad. Henry gives his granddaughter a sympathetic gaze, and plunges in with a question.
“I want to know what in the tarn nation happened girl to bring you to my home in a mess.” Celeste knew she owed the man a response. “Dad is gone an I didn’t want to deal with Doris. I got scared papa I was dying, because I did something bad to Doris one day.” Henry took a long draw on his pipe and blew out the smoke slowly, “What did you do darlin’?” She squirmed around in her seat before answering, “I fed her cooked grasshoppers with pieces of fried frog legs.” Henry roared out with laughter, “Sheesh, girl where is your mind wondering too. Just because you fed Doris grasshopper’s doesn’t mean shit! In fact that was naughty of you, but not worth you getting into trouble over. What is happening here sweetie is you started your menstrual cycle. All woman have this happen to them, I am not the best person to ask about this topic. I wish your grandmother was around to give me a hand with this situation.” Celeste nibbled on a piece of apple and didn’t realize what she said until it came out of her mouth.
“It’s my mama’s duty papa to tell me not you or grandmother. It’s okay I prefer you talking to me about it for now. I will try to get my self educated if ya take me to the library tomorrow.” Celeste offered a solution peacefully. Henry stares at his precious little granddaughter, and feels blessed in this world with a beautiful humble daughter who looks like her Cherokee grandmother except for her eyes and hair. He shakes his head out of his thoughts of Celeste’s father’s Indian mother. “Well eat up and I will take you back home to talk with Doris.” Celeste’s eyes raised in wonder and yelled out, “No!” Henry gave her an inquisitive gawk, “Out with it girl, what happened at home?” She wiggled her rear end in discomfort and hadn’t thought of the questions he would be asking until they were set upon her to reply.