Nana was a bit of a wild child in her day and her parents thought it best to marry her off as far away from home as possible. But apparently those two had fallen in love with each other and her money was able to save the family business, which was now jointly owned by them.
When grandpa died he’d left everything to nana since it was her money and business sense if truth be known, that had saved his bacon. Daddy hadn’t been too pleased that grandpa had left nana in charge instead of passing on the company to him outright.
But two years after grandpa’s death we all got to see what grandpa had apparently known. That my daddy is a weak, ball-less pussy hound with shit for brains.
There’s no telling what those two succubus would’ve talked him into by now had things been different. It was also obvious that Eleanor had no idea when she destroyed my parents’ marriage.
“How many times must I tell you? You are the only granddaughter of the Windsor house. You are one of the only living direct descendants of the founder of this town, not to mention you have the blood of the Churchills running through your veins on my side.”
I knew this speech by heart, but tonight she amped it up. “As the only Windsor female of note who will be attending, you are the one who should host this event. That’s the way it has always been.”
“How come you never mentioned that before?” I bent down and looked in her face. I just wanted to see those eyes of hers to know if this was another one of her bald-faced lies to get me to do something she knows I don’t want to.
“Because I thought all I had to do was tell you to attend and that would take care of it. I didn’t know you were going to make me repeat myself. Please don’t tell me you’re as thick as that daddy of yours.”
She rolled her eyes and felt around beneath her yarn for the little flask of whiskey she keeps handy. “He’s my son, but Lord love him, that boy has ever been dumb as a stump.” She shook her head and I thought how funny that would be, if it weren’t true.
“Nana, don’t make me go!” I rested my head on her shoulder and felt her kiss my hair.
“It’s for your own good, you’ll see. Now go on and let me finish what I was doing.” More like she was expecting someone. I give up with this old woman. She’s back to her wild and carefree ways, and who am I to stop her?
“Night-night nana.” I kissed her wrinkled cheek and got one of her special hugs before leaving her to head back to my suite. I was in deep concentration, debating whether I should go to the picnic or disappoint my nana. Something I have been doing a lot of lately, ever since daddy moved the Eriksson twins’ into the house.
I’m loving waking up to my emails telling me there’s more to devour