Loshi & Jake

It was 10am on a hot Tuesday in late August, and Jake was running across the park towards the corner shop. Grandfather reckoned he had about 20 minutes before the dragon returned to confiscate the contraband groceries. He patted the list in his pocket, as dictated by his grandfather. He had insisted on beans with toast, lettuce for show, chocolate and cigarettes for vice, Soya milk for Bob the cat who was lactose intolerant, coffee, hand cream and a copy of the prices.
Old Loshi, as he was known, having had a stroke six months ago was now confined indoors by his daughter and allowed nothing, much to his disgust
He often shook his head and grumbled at his daughter and her fussing every time she and his grandson visited. He loved them really but she did fuss.
‘I’m just calling in to the chemist to get that prescription’ she shouted from the corridor. ‘Don’t get up to any mischief while I’m away.’ The door slammed behind her.
‘Gospadeen! Why she alvays slam the door?’ asked Loshi quickly checking his watch.
‘What does she know what good for me eh Jake boy? He grumbled, shoving twenty quid into Jake’s hand.
‘Now bugger off before she get back, qvickly now…’ Loshi waved his hand towards the door and Jake shot out like a greyhound. Cutting across the park meant that Jake would get to the group of shops before his mother without being spotted.
The shopkeeper being a friend of Loshi filled the bag, no questions, and Jake raced back to the apartment.
Loshi chuckled as he opened the shopping bag then frowned. Holding up the hand cream he turned to Jake, ‘Vot’s this?’
Jake look puzzled. ‘You asked me for hand cream, grandfather. Look it’s on my list’
Loshi studied the list in Jakes scrawl then threw his head back laughing.
‘Ha ha, you are de vun Jake boy tee hee,’ he wheezed. ‘How I’m supposed to drink corffee viss no cream?’ Jake still didn’t understand.
‘I said, coffee xhand cream, he he.’

Forty years in the country and his accent was as bad as ever.