The next day, I had just come from a meeting when my grandmother called. I picked it up with a smile on my face, trying to sound light-hearted.
"Grandmother, I was just thinking about you," I said, hoping to ease into the conversation.
"Oh, please, would you stop with that? What are you trying to do? You're trying to soften me up? That's not going to happen," she shot back, her voice sharp and unwavering.
I frowned, taken aback. "What are you talking about, grandma?"
"These photos I see of you and Susan all over the tabloids. Apparently, you were kissing her on the dance floor in some kind of nightclub. And you got your pictures taken. You got her with you, walking everywhere, doing everything with you, the two of you. Do you realize that you're a married man? What kind of ma
