The next morning was incredibly odd for me. After what my grandmother and I did the previous day, we haven't spoken a single word to one another. I stayed awake through the whole night trying to understand what it means and what I should do next.
Eventually my question was answered.
My mother had gotten me out of bed in the morning to go see my grandmother today. Apparently she called saying that she needed help in the house.
I didn't know what to make of that at first. My first thought, bold as it was, was that my grandmother wanted to do more things, but I quickly brushed that off and realized the truth. She clearly wanted to confront me about it; it explains why we're doing this in the morning.
And so, I walked over to her house down the block. I barely had any time after I awoke to have a coffee or put on any real clothes. I knocked on the door, only to realize that it was open.
"Nana?"
When she didn't reply, I instinctively thought that she was in the backyard. I removed my shoes, climbed the initial flight of stairs and peered out the kitchen window. But, after inspecting the backyard, I didn't see her there.
"Nana?" I called again. Maybe she went out?
But then I heard a reply. "Here, Honey."
I realized it came from the bedrooms down the hall, and I quickly made my way to the end, inspecting the first guest room, then across the hall to the master bedroom.
I winced; the queen sized bed that, no matter how many times I visited, always looked the same was now decorated with different sheets, comforters and cushions. They were now much more scarlet and amethyst colored. They also looked much more comfortable than the previous ones.
I couldn't help but go up to the bed and feel the new linen. I was intrigued as to how they felt, but as I began to sit on the bed, a movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention.
I stood up and saw my grandmother standing in the doorway, wearing a beautiful silk dress. Her face was bright red with blush make-up that made her look younger. She stood there, smiling at me.
"Oh, hey," I started. "You redid the bed I see."
"Just for you," she said.
I was blown away. Not only was the ultimate thought being contemplated in my head, but by the way she looked at me, it looked like it's what she really wanted.
"Nana..." I murmured. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, James," she walked up to me, and held me. "At first I was ashamed of myself, but now I know that this is what I want."
I shook my head slightly in disbelief, "Nana, I don't know what to say, I mean-"
She hushed me, "Oh, James, you don't need to speak."
She remained upon me for a moment, silent. I stood there, wondering what to do or say. Eventually, she spoke again.
"James, Honey, my sweet grandchild," she whispered. "I haven't had physical love in too long a while. You are just so perfect for me."
I smiled, "Nana... you are perfect for me also. I'm still a virgin, but, I would do anything for you. You've done so much for me."
She let go of me, and looked up into my eyes, "James, I would be honored to be your first lover. To be the woman with whom you truly become a man."
"Wow," I said. "That's very... poetic of you."
She laughed a bit, and then took a deep, loving breath. She then said ever so softly, "I love you, James."
"I love you too, Nana," I told her.
