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“I’m not on the route to the ice cream parlor, Grandpa,” Meghan glares across at the old man.
He shrugs at her comment. “I always drive past your place, Meggy Pie. I check up on all of my granddaughters.” There’s no remorse, only compassion as he makes his confession.
“You do?” Meghan asks.
“Always. How do you think we knew about Jaime and Ryan’s long history of having the sex in their driveway?”
“Oh my God,” Meghan mumbles. “They live in the country,” she reminds them.
“And we still check on all of you. You won’t make me feel bad for that,” Orval says.
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Grandpa. I just…didn’t realize you did that.”
“Do you really think your grandma needs ice cream three to four nights a week?” he asks, humor dancing in his eyes.
“I do love ice cream,” Emma chimes in. “But usually, I prefer to be licking it off your…”
“Stop!” Meghan interrupts, and for once, I’m so thankful she did. I’m pretty sure I was about to hear something that can’t be unheard. You know, like when you’re a kid and hear your parents having sex? A nightmare like that sticks with a kid.
“Anyway, Grandpa drove by and noticed your car gone and that Nick’s was there. He was afraid something was wrong, but I figured you were finally having the sex.”
“Would you stop saying that before breakfast?”
“So? Which was it? Something wrong or the sex?” Emma asks, patiently waiting out her granddaughter’s reply.
I sit silently, not knowing how much of last night Meghan is going to give up, if anything. She values her personal space, and even though her grandparents are a bit like bulls in a china shop, I know they love her and respect her need for it.
“Actually, it was the former,” Meghan starts softly. “Nick taught me a few things last night at the dojo, and I ended up getting upset. Not at him, but I just…well, I sort of got angry and emotional and freaked out a bit. He brought me home in his car and stayed to make sure I was okay.”
“And were you? Okay?” Emma asks gently, reaching her wrinkled hand across the table and setting it atop Meghan’s.
“Yeah. I think last night helped. I actually feel much better this morning,” Meghan replies, turning those green eyes my way for a few seconds.
“Good. I’m proud of you, Meggy. You’ve come a long way,” Orval adds.
“Thanks. But right now, my stomach could use some pancakes and bacon,” she replies, trying to lighten the mood.
I look over the menu, even though I already know what I’m going to have, as Emma says, “I always crave a big hearty breakfast after the sex too.”
Meghan glances across the table. “No, we didn’t…I mean, there was no…that.”
“Well, maybe not for you,” Grandma says coyly just as the waitress delivers a huge plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns, and sets it in front of Meghan’s grandma.
“That’s gross,” Meghan mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.
“Oh, there was nothing gross about it, Meggy Pie. In fact, your Grandpa is a magician in the bedroom. He does this thing –”
“NO! For the love of God, please stop talking,” Meghan pleads, and I do everything I can to keep the bubble of laughter from spilling out.
“Fine, but one day, you’ll be into sharing details with all of us again.”
“I’ve never been into sharing the details. In fact, I don’t think any of us have been into sharing. You guys just take it upon yourselves to over-share.”
“Good sex will do that to you,” Emma retorts with a grin before turning and kissing her husband square on the mouth.
And I’m pretty sure there was tongue.
This family is…well, interesting. They obviously love each other, and that love overflows down through the generations.
I like it.
I like it a lot.
