Page 128 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Bathroom.”

“Have you met Ed yet?”

“No.” My eyes narrow. “When did he get here?”

Apparently, he couldn’t make it to the ceremony because it was his granddaughter’s sixteenth birthday, and they were having a party for her. Sounds suspicious if you ask me.

“A few hours ago,” Sasha tells me.

“Where is he?” I scan the dance floor.

“In the tent with Gran. They were chatting with Dad.”

“Right.” I kiss Sasha’s cheek and then Nora’s. “See you in a few. Oh, and if you see Charly, will you tell her I’m in the tent?”

“Will do,” Sasha answers.

I head off the dance floor and in the direction of the tent.

I spot Gran and Ed. They’re not with Dad anymore. They’re sitting at a table not too far from the bar.

I make my way over, staring at Ed. He’s got a lot of hair for a seventy-year-old guy. Probably a wig.

“Hey, Gran,” I say as I approach the table. I lean over and kiss her cheek, giving Ed the evil eye as I do.

“Vaughn, this is Ed. Ed, this is my grandson, Vaughn.”

“Nice to meet you.” He gets to his feet and shakes my hand.

Weak handshake.

I sit on the chair by my grandma.

“So, your grandmother told me that you’re an actor.”

I glance at my gran, and she’s just smiling at Ed.

I look back to Ed. “Yeah, I’m an actor.”

“What kind of actor? Theater? I used to do a little amateur theater when I was younger.”

Is he taking the piss?

“Ed doesn’t watch movies,” Gran tells me.

“Not unless they’ve got Frank Sinatra in ’em.” Ed chuckles.

Ah, okay. He doesn’t know who I am, and my gran clearly hasn’t enlightened him. I love her a little bit more in this moment. I relax a little toward him.

“So, you do movies then?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Interesting.” He nods and then looks off across the room.

And that’s the end of that conversation for Ed.

“So, how did you two meet?” I ask him.