50x365 #21: Paternal Grandfather

You always poured two fingers, and because you kept the rye in the cupboard above the electric refrigerator, its heat made the ice cubes crack and sizzle. By the pull of your eyebrows, it was important to pour a full two fingers. I promised myself: I would always pour three.

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