Gramps continued to verbally bash mom about what a terrible daughter and mother she was; at that point I had heard and taken enough of him speaking to...her in the manner he was. It appeared he was about to backhand her when I stepped in between them and boldly proclaimed, "I had heard all I was going to hear and that he better never raise a hand toward her again in his life!" 'If he ever came against my mother like that again I would be compelled to take whatever actions needed to put a stop to. I took a moment to breathe and absorb what I had just been doing, it didn’t sink in, it was more like the memory of a wet dream.That evening, my mum had been asleep since I left her in her room. I collapsed with exhaustion on to the sofa in the living room and hours passed by.It was around midnight when my mum woke me up. She was wearing her white robe, and her tits almost hanging out. I went hard as I stared up at them. She looked awful-baggy eyes, hung over and exhausted.‘’when did you get. I... I... that is... would... would you like to see the rest of the house before you go?' She got this out in a kind of pleading rush of words.He replied quite slowly and with no hint of a smile, ' I'd like that very much Celia, thank you '.Her smile glowed.' Come on', she said, 'I'll lead the way'.The first room off the hall was a fairly sizable work-room facing North ; a table holding a sewing machine stood at the tall window that looked down on the street with its trees full of autumn gold.. I was at lunch with Val. There was an uncomfortable silence. She was sitting there playing with the tater tots. I really wanted to ask what was wrong or how she was doing, but I had been warned by Tiffany in between classes not to even go near those subjects just yet. "I was wondering something. But I wasn't sure how to." I was saying.Val dropped one of the tater tots she had on a fork and responded with an, "About what?"She looked nervous, so I just said the first thing that came to mind, "I.