“There’s a difference between obsession and love. Be careful.”

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At the dining table, Matthew and I chatted about random stuff as we waited for his grandmother. Once her maids were done attending to us, she made her grand entrance, a bottle of scotch in one hand and wine in the other.

“So, what do you do for a living?” She poured wine into three glasses and passed two to us.

“I’m a waitress.”

Bobbing her head, she flashed her teeth at me. “Not bad. I bet it makes you good money,” she said sarcastically.

“You have no idea.” I let out a dry laugh. “I like what you guys...