“Well…” Her eyes welled up with tears. “It’s nice to see.”
“You know, for such a tough old lady, you sure cry easily,” I teased.
“Oh, shut up, you brat.” She took her glasses off and set them on the table as she pulled a tissue out of the sleeve of her shirt to wipe her eyes. “Let’s move into the living room where the kids can play while we talk.”
Matthew spread out all the Legos he’d crammed into his backpack on the coffee table, and Maura immediately stood up at the edge of the table, smashing all of his little buildings like Godzilla.
“Hey!” Matthew squealed as she slammed her fist down over and over, giggling.
“Uh-oh. No way, missy.” Michelle scooped Maura up to keep her away from Matthew. So of course Maura arched her back and threw a fit.
“Hang on. I have an idea.” Gam stood up and walked into the kitchen, returning a couple minutes later with a stack of measuring cups and spoons. She set them on the floor next to Maura and her tiny little eyes lit up. “There. Babies love those things.”
“Thank you.” Michelle smiled sweetly as Gam reached over and squeezed her hand.
“So, how have things been with you guys?” she asked as she relaxed back into her couch.
“Um…” Michelle sighed and shifted her eyes over to mine. In that one look from her, I saw all the stress and chaos the last couple of weeks had included.
“It’s been… okay.” I took over for Michelle. “We didn’t make any big official announcements to the world that we were together or anything, but of course as soon as we went out once or twice, there were some pics posted in magazines and the mean tweets began.”
“Oh no.” Gam shook her head. “All those electronic devices are the devil, I’m telling you. I hate them.”
“I know. I have to come over twice a year to change all your clocks to the right time, remember?” I teased her.
She shot me a playful glare. “But wait, what did these tweety people say?”
I leaned forward and lowered my voice so Matthew didn’t hear me. “They just said some shitty things about Mike dying and how wrong it is that we’re together now. It wasn’t that they were lies, but the way they said it just hurt.”
Gam ran her tongue over her top teeth as she nodded slowly, looking back and forth between Michelle and me. “You know what? Fuck them.”
“Gam!” I blurted as Michelle and I looked over at Matthew, who was so enthralled with his Lego garbage truck that he didn’t seem to notice.
“Oh, please.” She waved toward him. “Swearing never hurt anyone. I swore around you as a kid, and you turned out just fine.”
“I don’t know that I’d say that,” Michelle mumbled under her breath playfully.
“I’m serious, though. Fuck them.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Did you know I was engaged when I met your papa?”
“Wait. What?” I was confused. That crazy woman could switch topics faster than a preschooler.
“When I met your papa… I was already engaged. Did you know that?” she repeated.
“No, I had no clue.”
“Yep.” She nodded. “To Johnny from Mississippi. He was a sailor. Boy did I have a thing for a man in a uniform. Still do.” She wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
“Gross.” I closed my eyes and shook the thought from my head.
“Anyway, back in my day, people didn’t do that. Once you were engaged, you were engaged, but I couldn’t help it. I’d fallen in love with your papa. So I broke off my engagement with Johnny and married your papa immediately,” she said with a confident nod. “And if I hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here. But that’s not my point. My point is that sometimes just because something isn’t necessarily the right thing to do or the socially acceptable thing to do, that shouldn’t stop you.”
Damn, I love this woman.
“You come from a long line of rebels, rule breakers, and envelope pushers, Lawrence. You’ve never been one to color inside the lines, and I would expect nothing less of you as a grown man. If those people out there in computer land don’t like what you two are doing, who gives a shit? You love her and she loves you. That’s the only thing that matters when you put your head on your pillow every night.”
Michelle turned her head toward me, pinching her lips together as her eyes turned watery.
“You’re such a softie.” I grinned, shoulder bumping her.
“Okay, enough of that nice shit.” Gam stretched her neck to look through the sliding doors that led to her back deck and stood up. “Come on, Matthew. I want to show you my birdhouses out back.”