For Addie, it all began simply enough—a comment overheard when her grandson Jimmy and his friend Joey were staying over at her house three years earlier. They had come to San Francisco to see a rock concert, but stayed at her house the night before; going upstairs to check on them, Addie blushed when she overheard their conversation. Addie felt her heart race, and she could still remember that feeling three years later, waiting for Jimmy at the airport. Jimmy was starting college in the city soon, and Addie had offered to let him stay at her house until he found another place. On the face of it, it seemed like a simple proposition; however—standing in the airport in a pair of red spike-heeled sandals—Addie felt a strange passion stirring in her chest. He was already a good-looking guy in high school, but now he was broad in the shoulders and just a hair taller than her in her heels.
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