“He came every day to that restaurant and sat next to me at the counter until I agreed to let him take me out to dinner.” “You swept him off his feet.” My grandmother laughs. “Hardly. I was all bones. No breasts, no curves, nothing. I had hair that was only an inch long all over my head—the best style I could fashion after the lice were gone. I barely looked like a girl,” she says. “On that first date, I asked him what he saw in me. And he said, My future.”
