“You know her?”
“Yes I do, that’s Charlie’s granddaughter. She’s just moved here to be with her grandmother after a nasty divorce.” The fuck!
“She’s divorced?” Dammit to fuck, someone else
had been that close to my girl? Worse yet, she’d loved someone else enough to walk down the aisle? Don’t ask me why I was pissed but I was. That shit can only mean baggage.
There’s nothing meaner than a divorced female on a man hating crusade. Since my dick was still having fond memories of her plump ass and superb tits I guess I didn’t really have much of a choice at this point.
“Yes, poor thing. She got married right out of college and that son of a bitch cheated on her two years later. Well to hear Charlie tell it, the bastard was cheating from day one.”
I looked back out the plate glass window where of course her car was long gone. What kinda brain dead asshole would cheat on that? Then my grandma’s words registered and I felt a little bit of hope.
Charlie is my grandmother’s best friend Charlotte. The two women share the same name and have been friends for the past fifty years or so. But this was the first I was hearing about a granddaughter.
I knew she had family back east, but then again I haven’t lived at home in almost fifteen years myself so it’s no surprise that I don’t know shit.
“She living here now?”
“Boy didn’t you just hear me say that? Now take this stuff your mama sent you for, she’s been waiting all morning.”
She gave me a look that would freeze malt liquor and shoved the parcel into my hands. I grinned and stole another kiss and the old hellion swatted at me making me laugh outright.
I felt better as I left the store because I knew that even if she didn’t call me, I now knew where to find her. There was a new swag in my walk when I headed out to my truck, already planning our first date.
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Grandma Lottie
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I watched him leave and head for that monster he drives before picking up the phone. “Charlie, we have lift off. It went just as planned.”
“Well I guess you do know that grandson of yours. How was my girl? When she left here she was still looking like she lost her damn dog. I don’t know what it is with these young women today. Losing their minds over these shiftless bums.”
“She’s young Charlie and thought she was in love. From what I saw out my window things didn’t go too bad so who knows. Maybe she’ll have a smile on her face again before long.”
“I hope so. I ain’t getting any younger and neither are you. We need some great grand-babies to bounce on our knees. That damn Dorothy thinks she’s the bees knees because she’s already got two.”
“Well yeah, that’s because she was a grand-mamma at thirty-two.”
“Now you know you wrong for that.” That didn’t stop her from laughing her fool head off though.
“Let me call my Emma and let her know the goings on before Logan gets back to her place. We still on for drinks tonight?” I could already taste the watermelon martinis she was known for.
It’s a standing date every other night in the summer at either one of our places. We sit out on the back porch, put our feet up and get our drink on. We’ve been doing it twenty years and counting with no letup in sight.
“You know it. Somebody set the barometer on hell and I’m sweating my tits off.”
“Girl now you know at our age they don’t call them tits no mo.”
“What the hell they call ‘em then?”
“Floppers; damn things damn near down to my knees.”
“Speak for yourself. I got me a new bra down at that new lingerie place and mine are standing high and firm on my chest.” She hooted her ass off at that one.
“You a lying ass, I got the same damn bra and all I see is folded wrinkles when I put that thing on. Now you done nursed as many babies as me so I know. Don’t forget I’ve seen you without your blouse on old woman.”
“Who you calling old? I’m all of two days older than you.” She snickered and did my heart good. Poor thing’s been worrying about her grand baby for months now.
“Older is older hunty. Anyway lemme go. I’ll call you back later if there’re any new developments.” I hurried and hung up the phone to call my middle child and let her know her son was on his way back.
If that boy ever finds out the three of us were meddling in his life there’d be hell to pay. At least his mama would catch hell. He knows better than to try his mess with me.