.I'm Mikey, or Dan depending on who I'm with at the time, Dan being my deceased Granddad and the apple of my still living Gran's eye. So much so that ...he ended up seducing me to take my 'conjugal rights' with her as a substitute for her Dan. Gran has a form of dementia which leaves her confused as to where she is, how old she is or who is her family, living or not. She's still a lovely old lady but you never quite know who you're talking to, Grace that is, or Grace that was, nor when the switch. ”“Language,” was all she said.I really didn’t want to mess up my clothes. I wasn’t staying at the Hilton where they had on site laundry. Shit.I walked over to the creek and rinsed off my hands and feet, then skirted the mud as I walked back to Maggie.“You got another set of coveralls back there?”“This is the other set. And you can’t have them. Even though it is fucking hot.”Yeah I forgot to mention that St Louis was at least two degrees cooler than Georgia. It was only 99 here. Maggie unzipped. I hoped to find a better class of people there than in our neighborhood. I had my driver’s license in my purse, but prayed that I wouldn’t have to show it. I drove like an old lady, being very careful to obey the laws. Once at the store, I parked and strode in like I belonged there. False bravado covering my insecurities. I got a cart and started going up and down each aisle selecting items on my list. Once an older man asked me where the spices were located, and I had to tell. Barb was swimming around in the water and, as Julie walked off to get their tent prepared for their visitor, Barb ran from the water. She hastily grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself and sat down beside me. Barb listened as I chatted aimlessly about the serenity of the river. Julie came out from the tent and suggested that we come inside. I stood up and. offered Barb my hand and we walked toward the tent. Julie turned out the lantern as we entered and the tent was gently illuminated.