"Ma said he picked up grandma in a truck. That was the first sign of things to go wrong. At the drive-in, his spilled her malt, all over her dress when he tried to kiss her. Then on the way back, he splattered mud on her when he tried to help someone out of a ditch." Faye was amazed that Grandma ever dated again.
"Grandma must have hated him for that…" The girls laughed, each glad she was not her.
"What are you two laughing about?" Jamilla said.
"Mom told us about your first date. What a loser." Wanda said.
"I married that loser. His truck is still in the yard." Jamilla said proudly. "And your grandfather better not hear you talk like that."
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