Swoon At Your Own Risk
“I'm not even close to getting those medically advised eight hours of sleep or the respite I need from Wild Waves. I wander into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal, only to find Grace and Grandma hunched over the newspaper. Grandma is explaining various lingerie items to Grace, and I'm thinking that things with Hank the Wonder Repairman have gone way too far.
"Grandma, isn't Grace a little too—" Grandma looks at me, raising her eyes to the ceiling. "Sassy Sage," she says in a too-cheerful voice. "...I wonder if they realize what hip and edgy are doing to breakfast table conversation?" "So, why do people want to wear those again?" asks Grace.
"Honey," Grandma says, smoothing Grace's bed head. "I don't know, because they pinch like the devil." "Yuck! They should fire that Sage person, Grandma. You're much better." Grandma kisses the top of Grace's head. "You're a sweetheart, but I'm just an old dinosaur. It's all about sex, sex, sex nowadays." Grace looks at Grandma with wide eyes. Grandma smiles, looking sad.MoreLess
"Grandma, isn't Grace a little too—" Grandma looks at me, raising her eyes to the ceiling. "Sassy Sage," she says in a too-cheerful voice. "...I wonder if they realize what hip and edgy are doing to breakfast table conversation?" "So, why do people want to wear those again?" asks Grace.
"Honey," Grandma says, smoothing Grace's bed head. "I don't know, because they pinch like the devil." "Yuck! They should fire that Sage person, Grandma. You're much better." Grandma kisses the top of Grace's head. "You're a sweetheart, but I'm just an old dinosaur. It's all about sex, sex, sex nowadays." Grace looks at Grandma with wide eyes. Grandma smiles, looking sad.MoreLess
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