““You ready, Dead Boy?” Granny asked. Oh, hell to the no…She was dressed in a boob tube, peasant skirt and sequined kitten heels. Weres did not look their age. Granny could easily pass for mid-forties even though she was in her eighties, but a boob tube was wrong on anyone over five. “Granny, I really don’t think you should…” “You are smokin’ hawt,” Dwayne yelled as he fist bumped my elderly grandma. What the hell was I thinking? He had more than two hundred years on both of us. Weird was my new normal—accept and continue. “Okay””