Page 11 of Storm
Smugness gone, she tried to reassure me; he was the next best thing to chocolate-chipped cake.
I stopped her in time and explained patiently,
“Look Gran.”
To make sure, she was not crazy-about-her-age thingy kind of women, I asked,
“I can call you Gran, right? Because though you still look like a catch...” I winked and she blushed.
Giggling at her, I went on,
“You see, some of your age just happens to show and I have manners. Besides, I play for the other time.” I gave her a wink, “Not to worry!”
I don’t think she understood my last sentence. She looked adorably confused.
So I got to the point,
“As I was about to say, I can't just accept your word that he is charming, unless he can entrance me with his charm. Not everyone can do that. You call him charming, because that’s your job. He is your Grandson; you would say nice things about him even if he has a personality of drying paint.”
She considered it seriously and gave me an impressed look,
“I have to agree on that. Nobody would accept that their son or daughter has even a slightest bit of wrongness about them.”
I nodded supplying,
“Even if they are fifty shades of wrong! Yes.”
She got puzzled.
I went on excitedly,
“Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey? I'm yet to read the final part though.”
She bunched her eyebrows and I gave her a once over...Granny shoes, Granny cardigan, Granny slacks, Granny hair.
I patted her shoulder with a slight smile,
“Probably not.”
I moved her along, as we decided to check out the suit options after rejecting everything else available.
“But trust me he is a very handsome man.” Gran told me when we tried to explain the salesperson what exactly we were looking for.
“Gran, handsome is an old English word. Most people use it as a courtesy rather than a compliment. Just so the guy does not feel bad about himself.” I muttered carelessly as I checked out one dinner jacket after another.
The salesperson stared at me with mouth hung open.
I ignored him. He probably did not agree with my view. Therefore, I did not give shit about his reaction.
That’s what I do when someone does not agree with me. I mean, c’mon! I cannot keep knocking sense in the idiots of the world. Please!
Gran on the other hand, was on my wavelength. We had become sort of friends.
Therefore, when the salesperson showed her a boring brown suit, she made a nice disgusted face saying,
“My Grandson is a good-looking man. This is too dull.”
She turned to me hopefully for my reaction. I nodded, but still gave her a piece of advice, “Good-looking is old news. My Grandpa is good-looking.”
