Helen looked at me with attention to what I had proposed, but at the end she looked away.
"I don't know Gran, I don't think I can forgive what you did to my cousin, I only know her condition because you told me and then because of the letter you sent me of how she was, probably the day I see her, I'll hate you forever".
Helen was suffering as much as I was, and probably neither of us understood our own feelings.
"Yes as you say it's a probability not a fact Helen". - I said as I sipped some mead, which was very good indeed.
She let out a little laugh, I think it was a little ironic, but I wasn't sure of that.
"And what do you expect us to try to bring out whatever it is that's born between the two of us, and then I see Fress and tell you to go fuck yourself, that would be a disaster".
I took another sip of mead.
