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“I yelled at Grandma for a good five minutes for scaring me. Her response? Quit your yapping or we’ll miss my appointment. Grandma was the most stubborn woman I knew.”
It must be hereditary since Indy’s the most stubborn woman I know.
“I drove her to White Bridge to her appointment. When we entered the tattoo parlor and it was full of rough looking men with long hair, I thought Grandma’s eyes were going to explode. You know how Grandma loved long hair on men.”
“Damn straight!” An elderly man with long hair shouts.
“To make a long story short, Grandma got her tattoo and we ended up at lunch with a bunch of bikers at a biker bar. Grandma’s smile was so big, I worried her dentures would fall out. She playedAll Right Nowon the jukebox and forced every single rough around the edges biker in the bar to dance with her. I sucked down the Shirley Temples she kept ordering her ‘little girl’ while she guzzled beer.”
A man flashes the devil ears. “Rock on, Saffron!”
“It was all fun and games until she asked one of the men if he wanted to do a body shot. Then, I was done and hauled her out of there. She never failed to complain about me ruining her fun at the biker bar every time we spoke since.”
There are claps and cheers as Indy finishes her speech. I escort her back to her spot.
“Your grandma was the shit,” Dylan says.
“Where’s this biker bar?” Jett asks.
Fender grunts. “Do not tell him.”
“Would anyone else like to share a story about Saffron?” Mrs. West asks.
“I’m next!” Sage yells. The five ladies who comprise the gossip gals make their way to the front of the crowd.
“Saffron was a good friend of ours,” Sage says.
“Despite not approving of the term gossip gals,” Feather adds.
Clove snorts. “Saffron was the biggest gossip of them all.”
“Are you going to share a memory of Saffron with us?” Mrs. West asks.
Sage purses her lips. “Don’t get your panties in a twist just because we didn’t accept your application to become a gossip gal.”
Mrs. West cocks her eyebrow. “This is a funeral.”
Cayenne rolls her eyes. “We’re aware. We’re old, not senile.”
“We had a difficult time coming up with one story to share,” Sage begins, “but we finally decided on our skinny-dipping accident.”
A man wearing a police uniform behind me groans.
Sage points a finger at him. “No lip from you, young man. Skinny dipping is not illegal.”
Jett perks up. “It’s not? Where’s the fun if it’s legal?”
Gibson elbows him. “Are you feeling okay? Being naked with a bunch of women isn’t fun for you anymore?”
Indy leans over to whisper in my ear, “Bunch of women?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“We didn’t plan to go skinny dipping,” Petal declares.
“But someone washed our pink sweatshirts with fabric softener.” Sage glares at Clove.
“It’s not my fault,” Clove huffs. “Sirius did the laundry.”
