I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather For Money

Violet, I practiced the words six times in the mirror.

It didn’t help.

She was standing in her kitchen, slicing tomatoes. She set the knife down slowly – the way people do when they’re deciding whether to scream or cry.

“You’re marrying my grandfather?”

“He asked me. It’s – it’s not what you think.”

“It’s exactly what I think.” Her voice was flat. Dead.continue reading …