"Wait, what? Catch me up - you said a what found her passed out in the apartment naked?" TK nearly choked on his latte.
"Like I said bro, you know how I finally started working at that really nice company? Well I finally have some cash in the bank, and I decided to do something nice for old Grams, so I hired one of those male cop strippers to go 'round her place and give her some fun. And he didn't find her naked, that's how the neighbors found her; naked and in bed with the stripper - Alex Hunglow was the name I was given if I remember..." Mike trailed off, watching the shock ease of his brother's face.
"Man, what is Mom going to think when she hears...never mind thinks, she's going to skin us! Skin you! Though...have to admit, if there was a tame way for Grams to go, it had to be this..." TK looked down into his latte, unsure of how to break the news to his mother.
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A shelf full of knick-knacks, a jar of loose buttons and thimble kisses. Mike had been in this place numerous times - Christmases, Thanksgivings, Easters, the time he introduced his ex-wife to the family, and the night he crawled home drunk after being served the divorce papers. This place, this home of Grams and all kinds of warm memories & cold truths, this place was now quiet.
He sat on the bed, jumping quickly when he remembered just what kind of position his grandmother was in when she died. Apparently, from what he could find out from the gossip of the neighbors, the cop stripper and grandmother were going for the PBR record of upwards of an hour on the bull.
"It's different, isn't it?" Mike jumped at Sister Billie's voice, "We all said she was more person than half the people in this damned home, but we hoped she'd get out of here...Come on kid, the other's are down in the dining hall."
Sister Billie, Grams' tribal sister and closest friend led Mike out of the apartment and down the hall towards the dining hall.
Neither of them heard or saw the figure slip out behind them and out the back door.
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