Chapter Eight Peyton“So, they’re just starting to pass out the bingo cards, and I swear, Duncan is already grabbing my thigh under the table!”
There’s embarrassment, and then there’s being trapped in a pedicure chair while your grandma loudly describes a s****l encounter with her senior-discount-eligible boo-thang. Never a dull moment with Gram.
“So Duncan says to me, ‘Listen, Marge, do any of those bingo prizes really look better than heading back to my room?’ Right in front of everybody at our table! I could hardly believe it!”
Our nail ladies are chatting in a language I don’t understand, no doubt complaining about having to listen to this senior-center romance that Gram has been weaving for the last ten minutes.
I can’t say that I blame them. Being ultra-close with your grandmother
