I was twenty-six years old and had never been intimate with a man.
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It wasn’t something I was ashamed of. I had dated some men, but I had never met anyone I trusted enough to take that step.
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Interestingly, my father seemed much more concerned about the way I behaved near a particular man.
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My grandfather.
Grandpa George had practically helped raise me.
When I was little, I followed him everywhere. Even after I became an adult, I hugged him, he would rest his head on his shoulder while we watched TV and sometimes jokingly, I would sit on his lap for one photo, like I’ve done since I was a kid.
Dad hated him.
“Emily, enough,” he said.
I laughed.
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“Dad, it’s Grandpa.
I know exactly who it is. Just be careful with him.
That phrase always bothered me.
Be careful with him?
Grandpa George was seventy-nine, he was kind, calm and probably the least terrifying person he knew.
Every time I asked Dad what he meant, he refused to explain it.
“He’s getting older. That’s it.
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But sometimes his expression suggested that it was not all.
Grandpa noticed it too.
One Thanksgiving, Dad saw me sitting on the arm of Grandpa’s chair, with his legs partially resting on his lap.
“Emily. Move.
Grandfather immediately looked away.
I got up angry.
I later confronted Dad in the kitchen.
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“What’s wrong with you?”
His response left me stunned.
“You’ll someday understand why I keep telling you.
Después de aquello, empecé a preguntarme si existía algún secreto familiar que nadie quisiera contarme.
Entonces, tres meses después, el abuelo apareció inesperadamente en nuestra casa.
Eran casi las nueve de la noche.
Papá estaba arriba.
El abuelo parecía inusualmente serio.
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—Emily —dijo en voz baja—, ¿puedo pedirte algo?
—Claro.
Miró hacia las escaleras antes de acercarse.
—¿Dormirías a mi lado esta noche?
Lo miré fijamente.
Sinceramente pensé que había entendido mal.
—¿Qué?
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—Esta noche —repitió—. En mi casa.
Sentí que se me encogía el estómago.
Entonces dijo algo que hizo que todo pareciera aún peor.
—Por favor, todavía no se lo digas a tu padre.
Di un paso hacia atrás.
—Abuelo… ¿por qué?
