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Visiting Grandpa part 1
She always came with her mother. That was the rule. A visit, some coffee, a polite kiss on the cheek, and then she was gone again. He had looked at her for years. At the way her clothes got shorter. At the way she smiled when she didn’t know he was watching. He kept it to himself. He was her grandfather. He was supposed to. This time the doorbell rang and she was alone. White top. Tiny shorts. Phone in her hand. A new boyfriend she wanted to talk about. Photos she wanted to show. He let her in. He smiled. He asked the right questions. He kept his voice kind. And he looked. By the time she lay down on the bench so he could “see the pictures better,” his hand was already on her. She asked what he was doing. He said it was nothing. She kept scrolling. He kept touching. She was already wet and still pretended she didn’t notice. She came to tell him about her boyfriend. She left knowing something else.
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