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I went back to collect my belongings from the living room and took the public transport home.
As soon as I arrived at the apartment, I heard a sound coming from the kitchen and didn't find my grandmother sitting in the armchair as usual.
“Grandma, what are you doing?” I asked as I stopped by the door, and she gasped. I'm sure she was distracted and didn't even notice me coming.
“Helena, my daughter!” She turned to face me. “Do you want to kill me with your heart?”
“Of course not! What are you doing?”
“I thought I'd prepare some pastries.”
“Pastries, Grandma?” I crossed my arms with a serious expression.
“Yes, pastries.”
“As well as being greasy, you could risk burning yourself.”
“They're delicious.”
“How about a vegetable soup?”
“Soup?” He twisted his lips.
“That's right.”
“It doesn't look good.”
“It's delicious.”
“Sick food.”
“You're not old enough to stuff yourself with greasy things, you know.”
“Weren't you going to stay with your boyfriend?” she dodged the question.
“Not today, and I have to look after the lady.”
“I raised you, young lady; I can take care of myself.”
“I'm just trying to give something back.”
“The best way to give something back is to enjoy your life. That handsome man...”
“Grandma!” My cheeks flushed at the depraved expression that took over her face; I wasn't expecting something like that.
“What's wrong?” He shrugged. “I'm old, but I'm not dead.”
“You're terrible.” She laughs to herself. “It's more complicated than it looks.” I sighed, leaning my head against the doorframe.
“Because of his daughters.”
“I love them, but...”
“Getting involved with a man who has a past isn't easy, but nothing in life is. You just have to be sure that it's what you really want. At least the ex-wife is dead and won't come back to haunt you.”
“Grandma!”
“All right.” He made a sign of the cross.