Grandma

" I don't think I had ever played so perfectly in my life! It was one of those times when I knew I'd done grandma right. I didn't have to be told, I knew! But grandma had a very odd effect on me. From that day in 1956 to this, I have never again sat at the console of a pipe organ! (Well, that's not quite true. As I told a very special young man I've met as a result of this story -- not sexual, just a very special friend -- I sat at the organ last Sunday night as we rehearsed for our Christmas program and I played, and remembered!) "Jeez, Charlie," Kelly scolded as we drove home, "You kissed me right in front of everyone! Don't you think that was a little brazen?" "Probably," I answered, "But I've got a feeling that everyone knows anyway. From what she said I'm pretty sure the preacher knows." "It didn't seem to bother her." Kelly observed. "Yeah," I agreed, "I noticed that too. I guess that's just the kind of guy she is. I'm gonna really miss that church." After we made love that Sunday night I astonished Kelly and, for that matter, myself. As we lay there together, my eyes welled with tears and I began to cry. "What's wrong, Charlie?" Kelly asked as she turned to face me. "I really don't know," I answered, "I've been wanting to get the hell outa this town since I was 12, and now it's happening and I feel like my whole world is crumbling. I been treating you so bad it's a wonder you don't throw me out... I'm just so screwed up..." "You hear me complaining?" she countered, "And as for losing your world, you are sort of. But we gotta move on, Charlie." "That's just it!" I sobbed, "The worse I treat you, the kinder you are to me.