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was still laughing as I
hung up the phone.
    So was this a date or two friends watching some movies?
Friends. I had to think of us as friends. Anything more would be bad, bad, bad.
I flung open my closet and began tossing through options to wear.
     
    I realised as I pulled out the final top in my closet, my
clothes sucked. Sure, they were fine for sitting on the couch twiddling my
thumbs, but I had next to nothing suitable for Friday. I needed sexy, but not
slutty.  I texted Cass. I needed a fashion intervention. I could imagine
her reaction.
    She loved clothes and anything fashion, and she was forever
trying to get me to dress up a little. I didn't see the point. Who was I
dressing up for? The doorman? Mom and gran? I'm sure they'd appreciate a little
sexy number.
    Well, gran probably would, but then I'd have to sit through
another lecture on the benefits of online dating. Or the marvels of modern
medicine and the benefits Viagra can have on a woman's orgasm (yes, deadly
serious).
    The last time she'd called she had hinted that some of them
will even come to your house. I blatantly ignored that very obvious hint. I
wondered how long until Gran ended up murdered. I'd called mom to have a talk
to her about inviting strange men to her house. Not that it had done much good.
Gran had insisted Bernie and Neville had been nothing but gentlemen. I didn't want to know if that was some kind of twisted threesome.
    Between the stories I'd heard from Cass and gran, I was
pretty sure I never wanted to date anyone, ever.
     
    Scones in the oven, tea ready in the pot, house cleaned. At
last, I was ready. Most of the time I loved seeing Mom and Gran. Today I was glad
for the distraction. It had been a weekly tradition having them over for lunch,
and I'd felt bad about missing our date on Monday. Besides, I missed grans
stories.
    Gran was moms grandmother (so my great grandmother). She had
raised mom after mom’s mom had died during childbirth. Gran was very
'spirited'. She was a young woman trapped in a pensioner’s body. She was more
tech savvy than me, could drink my father under the table, and got more action
than even Cass.
    She was loads of fun and always full of great (although
often embarrassing) advice. She had slowed down considerably since pop died
five years ago, but recently, it seemed like she was hitting her stride again.
Apparently (if you asked mom) it was the bad influence of her friend and
room-mate Dulce.
    I had met Dulce once. She had come to a Christmas party with
Gran. I remembered her spiking mom’s punch and trying to seduce my uncle
Gerrard. All the while trying to convince Gran to have a go at the 'hot' 50
something head waiter. Not that Gran needed much convincing after her sixth
sherry and apple juice. I still remember the look on mom’s face when she caught
the pair in a rather compromising position in the study.
    I jumped again (of course) when the doorbell rang. Mom and
gran were here. The smell of half-baked scones wafted through the kitchen as I
cracked open the oven door. Almost ready.
    I plastered a smile on my face as I swung open the door. In
truth, opening that door terrified me. I could feel the symptoms of a panic
attack building. I willed the ball of fear rising in my chest down. Focus.
Breathe, Em. I hugged them both, taking their coats as they made their way into
the living room. I practically ran back to the kitchen, avoiding any eye
contact. Finally, I could breathe.
    Control.
    “Emma, it smells lovely in here, scones?”
    “Of course.” I nodded. “But I can't take all the credit. It
is your recipe after all.”
    “Nonsense,” Gran snapped, a twinkle in her eye. “We all know
I could certainly never do the recipe any justice. I was too busy kanoodling
with your pop. No wonder they always ended up like little black rocks.”
    “Gran!” Exclaimed mom, rolling her eyes at me. I am sure 90%
of what came out of gran’s mouth embarrassed my mother.
    In personality, mom and gran were like