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Never Forget (Memories)

Never Forget (Memories)

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Autoren: Emma Hart
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at her and I know she's caught me out.
    ''I sure hope he looked after you.'' Grammy goes on. ''I'd hate for you to get a cold.''
    I hand her the packet of seeds and fight my smile. ''He's pretty good at looking after me.''
    ''Oh.'' She waggles her eyebrows once. ''I bet he's really good at looking after you.''
    I stick my tongue out the side of my mouth and smile. ''He heats a mean can of tomato soup.''
    ''Did he get it hot enough?'' she enquires innocently.
    ''Yep.'' I look at her seriously. ''And he got just the right amount of butter on my bread.''
    Grammy's eyes widen and she half-gasps, half-laughs at me. ''Alexis Mae Edwards!'' she manages, her hand to her chest.
    ''What?'' I twirl my hair around my finger and pass her another pack of seeds. ''You asked, Grammy. I was just letting you know he looked after me fine. You know I like butter on my bread.''
    She studies me for a second before her pale pink lips break into a grin.
    ''I bet he really rocks it in the bedroom, huh? Fred Flintstone, move on over. Hubba hubba!'' Grammy wiggles her body in the seat and I do a double-take.
    ''Well, just come right on out with it, Grammy,'' I sputter. ''It's a good job Mum's not around. She'd go into cardiac arrest. She thinks I was at Jen's.''
    ''No, Lexy girl. She thinks you think she thinks you were at Jen's. Really, she doesn't want you to know that she knows that you were practising for the creation of the next generation at Alec's. But now you know she knows we can all live peacefully.''
    ''There were way too many thinks and knows in that, Gram.'' I shake my head. ''But I'm not creating anything.''
    ''Oh, I bet you are, darling.'' Grammy carries on potting absently. ''I might be sixty-eight, but I can tell you when a guy is a looker and on a scale of one to ten, Alec has broken the chart. Phew.'' She fans her face. ''And that's just when he walks into a room. He's like a walking radiator he's so damn hot.''
    ''I don't know if I should be agreeing with you, or smiling and nodding while pretending I'm not incredibly disturbed by this conversation,'' I state.
    ''Probably both,'' Grammy admits.
    ''Yeah, that's kinda what I was thinking.''
    Grammy holds her hand out for more seeds. ''Anyway, as I was saying..''
    ''I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves meeeee!'' Bing sings at the top of his voice, walking into the kitchen.
    ''Shut up, boy!'' Gram throws a winter flower bulb at the back of his head and it bounces off.
    ''What was that for?'' My brother turns with an indignant look. ''You, Grammy, dearest, are looking at next year's Xfactor winner.''
    ''The only thing you're likely to win is a trip to the dump wi' my broken windows!'' She cackles. ''You might be a looker, my boy, but you sure as hell ain't a singer.''
    ''You know, some people might take offence to your words, Gram.'' He pours a glass of orange juice.
    I get up and cross the kitchen. ''Yeah, but since you know it's true, you won't.'' I smirk and grab the glass before he can. ''Thanks for the juice, by the way.''
    Bing glares at me and I smile sweetly.
    ''I hear a certain little lady didn't come home last night.'' He pours another glass.
    ''What's it to you? I'm an adult now.'' I retort.
    ''I just wanna know if I need to kick ass.''
    ''Why?'' I sit back at the table. ''Are you not getting any?'' I look at Gram. ''It was the boxers. Good shout, Grammy.''
    She holds her hand up and I high-five her.
    ''I'm still getting some,'' Bing grumbles.
    ''Yeah, but how far are you travelling for it?'' I raise my eyebrows.
    ''You know, Bing, you could do with finding yourself a nice young girl to settle down with. Would it kill you, really? You can't live the 'wham, bam thank you ma'am' lifestyle forever. I know you might fancy yourself it, but you ain't no Hugh Hefner,'' Gram mentions. I snort and look at my brother's shocked face.
    ''Any idea when the men in white coats are coming?'' he asks me.
    ''Not a clue,'' I respond without missing a beat. ''But they're coming to take you to nympho rehab, not for Grammy.''
    Grammy holds her hand up one more and I high-five her again.
    ''She got my wit, boyo, so you're better off quitting while you're still ten miles behind,'' she chuckles. ''If you ever manage to catch up, bring Vino.''
    I duck my head as I smile and I hear Bing make a 'pfft' sound. He puts the glass on the side and leaves the room.
    ''I love winding him up,'' Grammy sniggers. ''It's so easy to do.''
    I grin over at her and she claps her hands off, standing up. ''Let's go

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