He put his arms out to me as I approach him saying, “Hi sweety how’s my favorite pumpkin today.”I leaned into his arms gave him and hug and answ...r, “Hi Grampa, fine I guess.”He gave me kiss on the check and asks, “Okay, what’s the matter sweetheart?”I looked around to see where my parents were before I replied. I see they are busy getting the cleaning supplies out of the trunk. I move up close to Grampa’s ear, put on my saddest puppy dog look and answer, “I really don’t want to be here to do. I don't reply, I can't. I'm trying so hard to be good, to not touch you, I promised I wouldn't, and yet you seem to be trying your hardest to push my endurance to its limits.I don't understand you sometimes.I don't understand myself.Sitting on the beach again you reach out and push me. I know what you're trying to do. I want to grab your arms and pull you on top of me. But I don't. I promised.Besides, in 20 minutes my parking runs out and I'll need to move the car. I know the moment you touch. Rumors did nothing but entertainothers by spreading an untruth about someone else. This untruth wasalways one which was of the unflattering kind where the person who theywere talking about did something risque or taboo.Those two were at another cousin's confirmation party when they startedto talk about one of the most popular topics for teenage boys, sex. Nothaving much knowledge and experience led to them using hearsay, gossip,and speculation to drive the conversation. Bringing up the report. Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, dear Treeeeyyyy, happy birthday to you!"Deanna smiled as the singing trailed away, and the wait staff dispersed to other duties. They were sitting in Morton's steakhouse, in Rosemont, and had just finished a great steak together.The wait staff had brought out a little cup cake with a candle in it and sung to Trey, sitting opposite her, to his obvious embarrassment and consternation. He smiled, in that false way that people do when they just want the ground.