The next evening, Sam talked to his father as he read the newspaper before dinner. “Dad, how many grandmothers does a girl have?”
John put his paper down and looked at his son, trying to determine if this was an honest question, and if so, how could a kid that naïve get a driver’s license? “Two, like everybody else.”
“But Marcy cancelled on the date because her grandmother died, and Dave and Rob said she cancelled on each of them for the same reason. How could she have three grandmothers?”
John bit his lip and hid behind the newspaper, until he had his expression under control. “Maybe one was a step-grandmother.”
Sam nodded. “She’s really been through a lot. Is it okay if I go to the drug store and get a sympathy card for her?”
“Sure, if you walk. It’s only half a mile.”
John wandered into the kitchen, as Sam left the house. His wife was standing at the sink, peeling carrots. He walked up behind her, put his arms around her waist, and nuzzled her ear. “You know how you worried about Sam becoming sexually active?”
“Yes.”
“You can relax.”
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