If there was one thing that our Grandmothers had learned in their 200 plus years of life, and they had learned a lot, it was how to cook; at least to ...ook the way that we liked it. Our girlfriends certainly agreed, the way that they put the meal away.We left after our girlfriends had helped clean up following the meal. They still had on the dresses and skirts that our Grandmothers were lending them. They left behind the long aprons that they had worn while preparing the meal and doing the clean. She has heard many a story of abusive exes moving to physical assault, even if he doesn’t seem to be the type. “Ugh, what do you want, sleeze…” Mio demanded in a sour inflection as she leered through the gap. Despite her tone, Carlos just chuckled a little as he ran his left hand through his red slicked back hair with confidence, while he flexed his right as if he was about to do something with it. Definite warning sign for Mio, right there.“Heh…sleeze, huh? Well, now I feel at least a little. She walked in, unsure of what was happening. The guard closed and locked the door then told her to stick her hands through the gap. She did and the cuffs were removed. Then the gap was shut and she was left alone in the room. Or so she thought.She turned slowly to look at the room she was now in. There was a small bed in one corner, with shelves above it, and a small bathroom through a small archway. But she knew this wasn't her cell. The walls seemed to be covered in grey vines, snaking a. 'Wow Grandma, you are so pretty.' She smiled warmly and we embraced and kissed. 'I used lip balm instead because I don't want lipstick on your face and wherever.' 'I just love your minimal make up. Thank you for doing that for me. Now let's go for brunch.' 'Ok. Take me to MacDonald for old times sake. You loved their Playland when you were small. I want to imagine you in there again.' Not having been there for much more than a decade, we didn't find Playland nor the old decor. I smiled, 'times.