Page 129 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“On Tinder,” my Gran says.

“Tinder.”

“Yeah, you know, the dating app that you swipe left or right on. Well, let’s just say Ed didn’t get swiped left.” She winks at him.

And I want to vomit.

Aside from the fact that my gran just winked, she’s on Tinder. I have no clue what swiping left or right has to do with anything, and I’m not sure I want to know.

But my gran is on a dating site.

What the fucking fuck?

“Gran, I know what Tinder is. But what I mean is…” I scratch my head. “Why were you on there?”

“Gosh, Vaughn, you do ask some silly questions sometimes. I was trying to find a man, of course.” She gives me a knowing look. “So, I downloaded the app onto my phone. Your mom helped me set it up. And that’s how I met Ed.”

Mom helped her set up a dating app on her phone. What planet am I on right now?

“Hey.”

The sound of Charly’s voice from behind me is a welcome reprieve. I get to my feet.

“Ed, this is Charly, my grandson’s girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you, Ed.” Charly gives him a smile.

“You, too,” he says.

“Drink,” I say. “We’re going to the bar. You want anything?” I ask them both.

They shake their heads.

I steer Charly over to the bar.

“Ed seems nice,” Charly comments.

“He’s on Tinder,” I say.

“What?”

I turn to face her. “My gran met him on Tinder. And my mom helped her set up her profile.”

She smiles wide. “Go, Grandma! Tinder, eh?”

“You know how it works?”

“Not really. Why?”

“Because my gran said something about swiping left, and then she winked, and—actually, forget it. I don’t want to know. Bartender, whiskey. Now.”

Vaughn

“I still can’t believe Gran is on Tinder,” I grumble as I pull my tie off, tossing it to my bedroom floor.

Charly comes over to me, pressing her hands to my chest. “I think it’s nice that she’s got someone. And she’s not on Tinder any more now that she has Ed.”

“Semantics,” I sigh.