Just as i was about to ask grandma about her plans, Vincent came in with a big box of pizza. "you are in for a treat ma'am, here's the pizza!!", he said smiling brightly like those stupid dolphins you see in Disneyland. He sat down beside us, opened the pizza box, lavishly sprinkled oregano flakes on it and gave the biggest slice to my grandmom. What's wrong with him? What a fraud - he told me that he hated these political people and now look at him, chatting soo cozily with gran! Any minute now, i bet he'll rip off his shirt and show gran's face and her party's logo tattoo-ed on his chest...
"so Vince tell me something about yourself? what is it that you do?" , asked grandma extra-sweetly.
"Oh, I? i work here with Iz, helping her with these animations. If you mean on a spiritual level (his religion, faith etc), then i can say that i'm a devotee of Art...!", Vince replied smiling.
"huh, so you pray to oil paints?", Gran asked expecting me to laugh or something, "or to nude models?", she smirked.
My heart sank at this typical grandma crack, but Vince the fool looked instantly charmed..... it's so irritating ; when old people say anything even remotely ribald, everyone goes 'oohhs' and 'aahhs' and gushes on about how cool, what good sports and what rockstars they are, when all these oldies are doing is just being plain rude...
Now Vince spoke up, "do you have a large family ma'am?". "oh no, it's just me, my daughter Victoria, and my lovely granddaughter Isabella", gran replied. "Ah.. you know i'm a big fan of your husband, what a great man he was!", mused Vincent. "Thanks, so are we!", replied gran proudly.
Oh who was she kidding by giving these Thanks-So-Are-We ones to Vince. My grandfather was a freedom fighter and a much loved and famous politician of our country. He was very honest and just, and a very nice person. Gran's way of politics was a far cry from his and she never approved of him being so selfless and always caring about others. When my grandpa was assassinated in 1997 (when i was 10), she took control of his political affairs and brutally, shrewdly crushed her opponents in elections. No wonder people referred to her as the Hardcore-one out of the two.
My mum, who was an exact copy of her father when it came to morals and manners, always criticized granny's ways. She is this very beautiful, strong-headed and intelligent woman, who lives in Sydney, Australia, where we moved when i was sixteen, partly because most of my late father's family was based there (he was a professor) and partly because gran and she could not see eye-to-eye on a lot of things. Also, it didn't help that a day after my dad died (i was three), grandma came up to her and said, "good, now you are free to entice the son of that senator, i think he likes you....". Of course, mum never forgave her.
I finally pushed Vince away from us and told him to go complete his work as i had to review it before i left for home. Then i finally asked grandma, the true purpose of her visit.
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Conquering Love...
ChickLit"Didn't you mean any of the sweet things you said to me last night?" I stopped giggling abruptly. "I meant some stuff." , i wrote. "Good", Zac wrote back , "I meant some stuff too. Now go away and let me think how i'm going to crush you." "In your...
