I mean why wait, she was going to end up there anyway.But the real misery was just about to get started.Dad had been working at the paper mill and whe... the company relocated from Michigan to Alabama, he found himself out of steady work and holding down several part time jobs to make ends meet. Grandma Miller's stroke was an answer to his problems.Since she couldn't take care of herself, Grandma Miller suggested that our family move in with her. There was plenty of room she said, and truth be. We’re friends. If you are not interested, I understand. We shared some intimate and personal discussions this evening. I’m offering and if you are not comfortable, then I don’t want to jeopardize us being friends. Besides, we’ll still see each other all the time.” “Thanks.” He finished his beer and pulled his wallet out to pay the tab. “I got this. Maybe I’ll see you at nine.” He smiled and turned, walking past Henri’s table on the way out, glanced over and headed up to his room. I paid the tab. BUT the day they decided to go swimming at the quarry – the usual skinny-dipping – her world shifted. With a growing chest and hair starting to appear between her legs, her friends treated her differently. Instead of the usual diving, swimming, dunking, and horseplay, they wanted to touch. She wouldn’t have minded too much, but some became possessive.When she returned home in damp clothes and still-wet hair, her single-parent mother took one look and pretty well gave her Crystal’s lines. Vivie. “Jacket,” I said to Mel’s back, and indicated a row of hooks just inside the door when she turned to look.As Mel eased herself out of her jacket, I recognised the holes in Mel’s t-shirt. Definitely the same as the day before. I took Mel’s jacket and hung it on a hook.I led the way into my kitchen, where I rescued the bacon already cooking from the grill, replacing it with some uncooked rashers from my fridge. I converted the cooked bacon into two sandwiches, one for me and the other for.