Page 11 of Lordes

“Burglars don’t have keys to your front door Gram and they didn’t park a Porsche in your driveway to burgle you. But what do I know.”

“Don’t be a smarty-pants.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re early.”

“I am.”

“Oh you have my books. You’re such a sweet boy.”

A sweet boy, I turned away and grinned. There was probably a long list of women that thought otherwise. I was a smarty-pants a few seconds ago.

“Gram, I’m only sweet to you. The only woman I love.”

“You should stop saying things like that. Put my books over there.” She waved her hand over to her dinning table.

I placed the books on the table in front of her curio cabinet. “What are you up to this weekend?”

I followed Gram into the living room. She sat in her favorite recliner. I unbuttoned my suit jacket and took a seat in her couch.

“I’m having brunch tomorrow with my girlfriends.”

“Don’t forget to put the brunch on my credit card.”

“What card?”

“My credit card.” I spoke a bit louder.

“No, no, you already got me those books.”

“Gram.”

“I don’t want any trouble. It’s your credit card.”

“Gram, use the card. It has your name on it. There will be no trouble. Don’t split the bill. You pay for it all.”

“Geez, do I have to?”

“Yes, that’s why I give it to you. It’s for you to use.”

“Brunch isn’t an emergency.”

“You can use it at anytime. It’s not just for emergencies. I need you to use it.”

“Okay fine. If it makes you happy then I’ll use the little plastic card.”

“It will make me extremely happy.”

“Well,” She crossed her arms in front of her. “If you get you a girl that would make me happy. You have to open your heart. There are a lot nice young ladies out there.” Gram always seemed to find a way to bring the conversation back around to my lack of a significant other.

“Maybe in your day but these ladies are far from nice.”

“Hogwash, there are a lot of nice Catholic girls at Saint Sabina.”

Little did she know I fucked a few of them in my teens and they were far from nice girls.

“My heart is open Gram. It really is.”

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