“You smell African,” he said.I was still holding the book when she emerged from the showed. “I read your story,” I said. Her skin was warm and... damp and clung to the terrycloth white town that covered her torso. “My story?” “She uses saffron and it drives Albert crazy. Saffron, the smell of Africa.” “It’s been driving me crazy, too,” she said, “but I’ll need more than the smell of saffron.” “I’d like that, too,” I said as she dropped her towel. I took her right there in the aura of saffron. Quite the outfit you have on!"Jean looked at him with a small smile. "Thanks sweetie, I got it specially for this occasion today, I had my doubts about it before but... I think it looks nice on me. Do you like it sweetheart?" Do I like it? Gran, you look beautiful in it. You have an amazing body for an... ehhh..." Older lady?" Interrupt Jean."For a grandma... uhh, yes, an older lady I guess..."Jean started to giggle. "Sweetie I know I'm an older woman, you don't have to be so shy about it. I'm. After dinner, Mom and I took Mae to a few more stores that specializedin children's clothing. We bought her some underwear, a couple ofnighties and a fluffy robe. As with the dresses, Mae wanted brightpatterns, mostly flowers. Apparently, Pam's taste in girl's clothing wasmuch more subdued than Mae's.I reveled in every bit of happiness that registered on Mae's face. Itwarmed me in ways I'd never experienced. Now, don't get me wrong, itwasn't the fact that I was spending money on fairly. There were different brands,a multitude of colors, and several styles. He found what Sarah had written- "suntan, reinforced toe, Queen size". She also said that he would needat least six packs. He figured one pair each day and a spare.On the way to the checkout he passed the magazine section. As a rule henever bothered with them, but he wondered what he could find. There weremagazines on guns, gardening, travel, home decorating, and games. He sawthe cover of one women's magazine that promised.