"Honey get the door for me," I yelled to my wife as I carried a box of books into our new home.
"O K sweetheart," came the reply from a person that I had never seen before. Then she giggled and said, "Hi, I'm your neighbor, just call me Grandma Lou." This was a start of a beautiful relationship.
My wife and I were in our twenties, moving into our first house in an older section of town. Karen, my wife, was 3 months into a hard pregnancy with our first and really having a bad time with morning sickness.
When the real estate agent showed us the house it was love at first sight. A little bungalow on a quiet street in an established neighborhood, just made for a newlywed couple. We made the offer and closed within 2 weeks. We later found out that on our block there lived five widows.
"Grandma Lou" was 62 years old and the queen bee of the Widow's Club. While not the oldest she was the most outspoken and very good looking. She helped my wife and I get settled and introduced us around the neighborhood. When she found out about the pregnacy she thought it was great that young blood was coming back to her street. She was looking forward to being a "grandma" again.
Lou and the other ladies made sure we were comfortable in our new home, bringing us small welcoming gifts and little presents for the coming baby. One Saturday Lou asked me to help Cindy, another widow, pick up some furniture, I said sure and went out the door. We picked up Cindy in my truck and headed for the furniture store. An hour later we were back and unloading some end tables. Lou and I carried them in and Cindy tried to pay me for helping her. I told her no need to but maybe she could babysit when the baby came or something.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my ass cheek and said "yeah, or something."
Lou laughed, looked me in the eye and gave me a wink. I didn't know what to say, this lady, older than my mother was coming on to me. I thought about that as Lou and I went back to my house. Once there, Lou asked my wife if I could help her with some bookshelves after supper. Karen said sure because she wasn't feeling well anyway. When I told my wife about what had happened, she said I must have read the situation wrong. Yeah, I must have read it wrong.