It had been over two months since Alan died in jail. It was just after Christmas. Lydia and John were on their way back to Tennessee. They had been to Virginia for Christmas. John got to meet Lydia's family. John dicho to Lydia, "Thanks for advising me not to mention that I was raised Catholic. I really dodged a bullet with your family." Lydia smiled and said, "You're welcome. I figured my grandmother would try to save tu if tu did." He asked, "Why did your grandmother become so religious, Lydia?" She said, "I wish I knew. tu never know which direction people with dementia will go. Some become fanatically religious, and others turn the opposite direction." After a pause, she said, "I thought it was funny when she kicked my aunt and uncle out of her house." John laughed. He said, "That was bloody hilarious. I'm glad we were there to see it." She said, "I'm glad about that, too." He said, "I just wish we could've gotten your grandmother to understand that we're asexual, repulsed por sex, and even though we're living together, we're not going to have sex." Lydia said, "My grandmother is old-fashioned. Couples didn't live together until marriage in her day. We can't make her understand modern America." He said, "I guess you're right, love. As for me, I think marriage is rubbish." She said, "Yeah. Who says tu have to get married to amor each other?" Lydia and John kissed. After that, Lydia said, "I just hate that my grandmother is getting más demented." John said, "I know, darling. It's hard to see someone tu amor deteriorate like that." After a pause, he said, "You know, our friend, Pattie, released her new album. I think we should go purchase a copy." Lydia smiled and said, "I like that idea. It'll give me something happy to focus on."

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