Gran and Deb? Really?
“Are you decent?” I hear Stevie ask.
“We’re decent,” Deb says.
“Are you sure?” I plead.
“They are.” Stevie’s warm hand rests on my forearm and pulls it away from my eyes. The two women are sitting on the couch with matching smiles.
“Is this funny?”
They look at each other and shrug. “I mean, kind of.”
“How long has this been going on?” I wave a finger between the two. “And follow up, where is Caleb?”
“Sleeping upstairs.”
“Is this what you two do when we’re not home?”
Gran rolls her eyes at me. “You make us sound like horny teenagers. We watch movies, take Caleb for walks. Eat together.”
“Besides, we only go to the movies and make out when you’re home.”
She says it so casually, as if stating a fact like the sky is blue.
“To the movies. To make out,” I groan. “I really didn’t need to know that.”
“Oh relax,” Gran tells me. “We’re adults. We’re allowed to do what we want.”
“Did you know about this?” I turn to Stevie.
“I didn’t. I promise. But?—”
“But what?”
The look of love is on her face. “I mean, if they’re happy, what does it matter?”
“Oooh, someone is all loved up,” Deb croons. “I take it by the mutual hump?—”
“Please don’t finish that sentence. I beg you.”
“Oh, like it’s any better seeing your grandson and his girlfriend macking on each other?” Gran asks.
“Macking? Really?”
Jesus. I need a drink.
Stalking to the fridge, I open it and pull out one of the first things I find. I need it if we’re going to keep having this conversation.
“I think it’s sweet,” Stevie tells them.
“See?” Deb agrees. “Besides, you two wouldn’t have met if I didn’t come with Eve.”
“Wait.” I hop up on the counter. I figure this is as safe a place as any. I’d get my ass handed to me by Gran if I went upstairs to hide out with Caleb. “Is that why Deb came with you?”
Gran rolls her eyes. “You sweet, oblivious boy. Why would I bring a friend to live with me?”
“I don’t know. So you don’t get lonely?”
