❝ how long have you known? ❞ ( sends u an ancient meme bc ily. also is thIS ABT HIM BEIN GAY?? PROBABLY )
Lorraine smiled at her grandson, a smile that tugged across creased lips, laugh lines that hinted to many thoroughly enjoyed years spreading at the corners of her mouth. ❛Oh, honey, I’ve known for a v e r y long time.❜
She adjusted a little on the chair, dark eyes that still held their youthful glint studying him sharply, but kindly. With love. She knew him well- she knew all of her children, and her grandchildren, well. She was a mother, and she took pride in truly b e i n g one. She always had, and she always would.
A small laugh escaped the lips, which were adorned with a mid-toned lipstick because who ever listened to that rule about makeup just being for the young ones, we experienced girls get to have some fun too- or so she would say whenever George would ask her if she really ought to be wearing such colors at her age- and lashes blinked up, then down, gaze sweeping over him. ❛I’ve known perhaps longer than you’ve known, yourself.❜
She thought it was good that he knew who she was. She knew she was the first to know, and she took pride in it. She knew some people thought it was wrong or bad, and frankly, she considered that their business, but she thought her grandson and subsequently everything he did or said, everything about him, was simply glorious. And of course, she had seen a lot in her seventy-seven years. If someone had approached her at seventeen; she would have wrinkled her nose and said, “But that’s... wrong, isn’t it?” But experience taught you a lot of things, and people really were a product of their time.
❛The real question, darling, is how long have y o u known?❜
