"It would be more like the back of her head," I said, with a grin of my own. "Cause she’d be passed out flat on her face."

We both laughed at that one, but then found ourselves in an uncomfortable silence.

"And Grandpa?" I finally asked to break the quiet.

"Where do you think we met?" She blushed.

"You met Grandpa at a strip club?"

"Well, I assume you’ve been to one. So why not your grandfather?" Now it was my turn to blush. The apple, apparently, didn’t fall too far from the tree, though it did, apparently, skip a generation. "Anyway," she added. "It wasn’t like those clubs today. It was more burlesque. A show. And not any of that sleazy stuff they have around these days. I was one of the first, you know."

"To go…um…er…"

"Topless. Yes. You can say it. I’m not ashamed. I needed the money. Actually, my family needed the money. Though they had no idea where I got it from. You know, back then, a poor girl like me had few options. And the money rolled in. Especially once we went topless like that. The tips practically doubled overnight. And we girls had fun. It beat secretarial work by a mile. That Carol Doda sure knew what she was doing. Still does, actually."

"You still speak to her?"

"Sure I do. We’ve been friends for nearly forty years. She still looks great too. Better than me, unfortunately. And I only worked for six months. Carol reigned for nearly twenty years. Now she owns a lingerie shop on Union Street. She even heads a rock group from time to time. We play canasta together every other week."

Just then, it hit me: Carol with the big knockers. Of course, why hadn’t I noticed that at the club the other night? Guess the Grandma thing kind of threw me for a loop. "Wait," I said. "And your friends Marge and Glenda?"

Grandma smiled and nodded. "You should see us when we have a few too many and the music is playing. Then again, maybe you can live without seeing that."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Some things are better left to the imagination." Though some things are better left out all together, I thought. Yuck, I also thought, but kept it to myself.

"So what do you think about your old Grandma now?" she asked, with an obvious twinkle in her eye.

"Pretty much what I thought of you before, only now I have a great story to tell my own kids. Though next time you ladies are playing canasta, make sure I’m nowhere nearby. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a live performance might be overkill."

"Deal," Grandma said, patting my back.

"I Love you, Gram," I said and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Same here, kiddo. Same here."