She was unable to look past her prejudices, even if itmeant disowning her own grandchild... And someone like that doesn'tdeserve to call themselves a ...randparent. When I remember mygrandfather- who died almost fifteen years ago- it amazes me how such acheerful, happy man could have married such an angry, spiteful woman.Sometimes, I wonder how I would react if I had a child who suddenlyannounced to me that they were transgendered, just like I had to myparents. I like to think that I'd be open. This resulted in an ever increasing squeeze deeper in the carriage. A brief graze of her right breast startled her. It had been so sudden and definitely so unexpected she half squeaked. She turned as much as the crushing masses would allow her to, to see who, or what it had been. There was no one thing that was immediately apparent, and she put it down to sheer anguish at the crowds. A moment later a hand… and it was a hand, touched her arse. It was light, brief… but certainly not brief enough.. " Ginger said, "That's only if..." Holding up her hand in a stop gesture, Maureen continued, "No, I'd like to go. I'd like to go now. For years I've secretly dreamed of adventure. Suddenly it's staring me in the face. I am not going to pass it by." Turning to me she asked, "Michael, is that all right with you?" "Well we haven't actually been invited yet." Laughing, Ginger said, "Let me take care of that right now. Would the two of you like to join us at our house for a cocktail?" Still looking. She lowered her voice and went on,“I hid my phone in the conservatory one night and secretly recorded its music. It found the phone and it could have smashed it but it didn’t. Whatever it is, it is secretive and probably has good reason to be. As far as I can tell it seems to mean us no harm, but how can I really be sure?”“Have you seen it?”“I think I caught a glimpse of it last night for the first time; sitting at the harpsichord. He was just as you described in your dream.”“You said he.”“Did.