I know I blushed at his comment. I knew what I was wearing, and it was not very fashionable. ‘Thank you.’ Was all I could manage. ‘I thought tha... we could go out to and dance at the ‘Crazy Lion’, that is if you are up to it?’ He asked. ‘Uhh…I …I’m not much of a dancer.’ I stammered. Was that all I could come up with? I knew what I was wearing, how I looked. In short, I was not dressed up to the standard of the clientele there. ‘Well… all right. We could go to a movie. There’s a twelve thirthy. I suppose they forgot that their old granny would be fifty in a few years. But I was so happy that I tried to run to keep up with them. I don't think anyone could measure my surprise at what I saw as I rounded the corner to the front of the large house.My grandchildren, screaming, "Grandma," ran right into the outstretched arms of some blond woman. My mind rebelled at the thought of them calling anyone that, except for me." Technically, I realized that my son in law, Greg, had a mother as well.. He beamed when he came home late at night. The only time he frowned was when they had dinner in the same room, or sat to watch TV. After a while, it made her feel ugly. And she didn’t do it anymore. That was the thing about the relationship. Before the marriage he had treated her like a rose. Now he treated her like a thorn. Or worse, a dog. She had never been neglected before. In fact, the reason why she married him is because she felt loved with him. Other men she knew did not gloat over. Constantly having new boyfriends, staying out to all hours, in trouble in school. Let alone the rumours at her sexual conquests with her numerous boyfriends and even with groups of men."Yes, embarrassed." Becky became indignant, "That I would have rather been spreading my legs for you than for that jerk thirty-second-Bob!" Bob had been her boyfriend for a quarter of her senior year."Thirty-second...", Sheryl laughed into her hand. It was the first she heard the nickname of her sisters old.