I moved stiffly, grabbing a pot and filling it with water. I realized that my usual strategy silence and coldness was completely useless here. She didn't fear it; she just treated it like background noise. The only way to survive the weekend was to engage on her casual, easy terms.
I placed the pot on the stove and turned the burner on. I watched the water, but my attention kept snapping back to the woman beside me.
What the f**k is wrong with me? I thought. I didn't get distracted. I didn't let boundaries blur. And I certainly didn't let my guard down around the one person who should remain a complete, cold stranger.
This weekend was going to be a battle, not against my grandmother, but against the strange, unwanted feeling this woman was generating in my gut.
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