Never Forget (Memories)

her.
    "You're crazy, old lady."
    "Crazy?!" She pulls back, horrified. She grins, then winks. "I was right though, wasn't I?"
    Her eyes twinkle and I kiss her powdered cheek.
    "You were."
    "I presume Alec is staying for dinner then?" Dad puts his paper down onto the table.
    A smile is playing on his lips and I glance up at Alec. He raises an eyebrow and I step back towards him. His arm snakes around my waist and I curl into him, looking at Dad.
    "If that's okay, Daddy," I say sweetly.
    "Oh, I'm not sure."
    "Don't tease the girl, Simon!" Mum admonishes. "You've been moaning for the last week because you're sick of them not sorting it out." She turns to me and smiles, a wide beaming smile. "Baby girl, I'm happy for you. Of course your young man can stay for dinner."
    "I think you're all forgetting something very important," Grammy huffs, leaning against the sink. She crosses her arms across her chest, her cloth waving absently in the air.
    "What's that, Vi?" Alec asks, his chest rumbling with his restrained laughter.
    "This is my house. No one has bothered to ask me if I mind if the boy stays for dinner!"
    Mum purses her lips and turns away, hiding her laughter. Dad snorts silently and I sigh, amused.
    "Fine. Grammy?" I turn my innocent eyes on her.
    "Yes, Lexy girl?"
    "Would you mind if Alec stays for dinner?"
    "That depends. Is he your boyfriend?" She clasps her hands together and I realise she's tricked me.
    "I, Er.." I glance up at Alec and he looks down, smirking. He dips his head and kisses me fully on the lips. I feel my cheeks flush as Grammy whoops.
    "I'll take that as a yes!"
    I touch my lips and duck my head down.
    "Put my sister down, you Neanderthal!" Bing calls from the front door. I groan.
    "Bing!" Mum scolds.
    "Just saying, Mum, just saying." He slaps Alec's shoulder as he walks past. "Good luck, mate. You're gonna need it."
    "Bing," I start.
    "Lexy," he mimics my voice.
    "Go play in traffic."
    "Only if you come with me, sister dear." He smiles wolfishly at me and sits down, slouching in the chair.
    "Samuel Geoffrey Edwards," Mum snaps. "Sit up straight like the young man I taught you to be, and for goodness sakes pull up your trousers! No-one here is interested in the colour of your boxers."
    "But I'm sure the girls would like to know about the pink ones," Dad snickers. Alec looks at me and I shrug.
    "Welcome to the crazy," I mutter.
    ~

    Bing's angry shout wakes me the next morning. I rub my eyes and roll out of bed, practically crawling to the window to see what the matter is. I pull back my curtains and see Gram's neighbours doing the same. Old Mrs Jenkins across the road shuffles out in a robe that's seen better days.
    I look down at the garden and shriek out a laugh.
    Grammy has strung Bing's pink y-front boxers to the front of her cottage.
    I have no idea how she's managed it, but as I run down the stairs to get a proper look it doesn't matter. All I know right now is that Grammy has completely embarrassed Bing in front of the whole town. I would bet my leopard print onesie Mrs Jenkins will be at the post office at 9am ready to tell everyone collecting their pension. They'll tell their children, who'll tell their children, who'll tell their friends.
    Bing's sex life just went from thrill to nil.
    "What the fuck, Gram?!" Bing yells, his hands in the air.
    "Watch it, lad, or the Spongebob ones will join em!" Gram threatens with a waggle of her finger.
    "I don't have any Spongebob pants!"
    "The good citizens of Lilac Bay don't know that though, do they?" Gram snickers evilly.
    I put my hand to my mouth and laugh silently. At least I know what she bought in Primark yesterday.
    "Gram, are you out to ruin my life?" Bing sighs.
    "No, dear, just your far too promiscuous reputation. Why, in my day, if I did what you do, my father would have slapped my ass - twenty years old or not!" Gram winks at me as she turns back inside.
    "I..." Bing runs his forehead. "I don't want to know."
    I laugh out loud but stop when he glares at me. I follow Gram into the kitchen.
    "How did you get them up there?" I whisper over her shoulder.
    "I didn't," she giggles. "Your father put it up. I blackmailed him."
    "Oh no, you said no papers for a week, didn't you?"
    "You bet your pretty little face I did." Grammy giggles again and opens the fridge. She pours a glass of milk, takes a brown bottle from the cupboard and extracts two tablets. I frown.
    "What are they for?"
    "Heartburn," she answers without turning around. "Hence the