Apparently, I was still thought about quite actively in my house. As much as my grandmother complains about my general slovenliness, she asks about my (or "Bibby's") whereabouts constantly. My mother answered normally, and often of course, that I was currently attending two weddings. After I had been out of town for a couple of days, my grandma started asking my mom about MY wedding. Imagine my surprise. Hell, imagine my mother's! The recap goes something like this:
Grandma - "It's this the weekend that Dulciña is getting married?"
Mom- "What?! No. Dulciña is attending two weddings this weekend of two of her high school girlfriends."
Fast forward five minutes
Grandma - "Did you get an invitation to Dulciña's wedding?"
Mom- "Mummy, I told you she's not getting married. If she was getting married don't you think we would be there?"
Grandma- "Well you never know with Dulciña."
Later that evening
Grandma- "So Dulciña is having two weddings this weekend?
Mom- "What do you mean?"
Grandma- "Yes, from what I hear she's having two weddings. One for the white people and one for the black people."
A week later at my aunt's house
Grandma- "You know Dulciña got married. Twice. Once for the black people and once for the white people."
Aunt - "Have you met the man? And if Dulciña got married, why would she still be sharing a bedroom with you?"
Grandma- "Well you never know with the young people these days."
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So, I'll be honest. I sorta love that. Maybe it's my sense of the ridiculous. Or the fact that my grandmother often talks about the things black people can do now as if she used to pick cotton (she was a nurse). Also I've had friends asked me blatantly if my grandmother is white (she's not).
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