This is a [fictional] story of my grandmother, my aunt and I. Hope you like it.
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When I was about ten, my parents fighting became too much and I went to stay with my grandmother for a while. She lived with her unmarried daughter, my Aunt Mary who was my dad’s sister. I loved my grandmother, and still called her ‘gaga’, a pet name we’d had since we were children. She was old, a bit strict, in her seventies, but still had a twinkle in her eye. She was full of enthusiasm and had many friends. My aunt Mary was a little odd, very uptight and always concerned about her status in the community. They were active in the local church.
I had stayed with my grandmother before and always stayed in her bed, so we just carried on. Nobody thought anything of it. She undressed in the bathroom and came to bed in her nightclothes. After a while I got used to it and after about a week gaga rolled over and said as we turned out the light:
“Cuddle up behind me Bill and keep me warm.”