Grandmother Artists Welcome Young Men Into Their Home

“She was telling me something about the baby,” I continued. I offered to start unpacking while she went out and got us some lunch. I was tempted to stop her, knowing the secret inside my jeans. I can’t deny my feelings any more than you can. I had just started college two years earlier, so the thought of moving back in with my mother initially felt like a step backwards. How could I possibly say no? My initial shock prevented me from speaking after hearing her offer out loud. My lurid memories pushed me right over the edge. “So what exactly does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Just make me look good. I was kind of scared at first, but he looked fairly harmless so I chose to ignore it rather than causing a scene.