Grady was rich, but he was 78 and his deathbed. No amount of money—or love—could save now.
In his youth, Grady had been a skirt-chaser. No woman was safe from his charm. used to juggle three or four girlfriends at time.
He’d often accidentally call them by the names. The first time that happened to a girlfriend, she would get upset. Instead of lying, would admit that he had another girlfriend—or two. “,” he would quickly add, “you are my number . You’ll always be my number one.”
Somehow, this white lie often worked. Sometimes his various girlfriends even end up meeting each other and become friends.
Any attractive woman was a target for . He would walk right up to her and , “You’re very attractive. Are you single and unattached?” she said yes, he’d invite her out for cup of coffee right then and there. If said yes, but she didn’t have time just for coffee, he’d get her phone number and for a rain check. If she said no, ’d ask her if she had a twin sister was single and unattached. This often made the smile or laugh. Sometimes she would change her to a yes.
Grady was a wonderful dancer. was just average-looking, but he carried himself with and had a ready smile and a pleasant . He was well-read, he knew a thousand jokes, he had no bad habits. Perhaps most important, made a woman feel like a woman, according many of his girlfriends.
Even in his old , Grady hadn’t slowed down. Tending to his dying were Didi and Mimi, a pair of 40-year-old that Grady had finally “settled down” with.