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I drove myself, my mother, and my grandmother to Galveston to spend the day one time. Mom knew (and disapproved) of my smoking... but my grandmother didn't; at least, she didn't say anything. Mom was such a nervous wreck on the highway and I was white knuckling it knowing that whatever lane I decided to drive in would be the wrong one for the exit... and although we were going 70+ people were whipping past my little car. I finally got us turned onto the correct exit ramp and there was a small gas station not far from there. Mom suddenly said "stop here at the gas station!" I didn't argue; I could use the time to get my bearings back.

Anyway, she opened the door and my grandmother did the same. She turned to grandma and said... just wait here, Mom... Sandy and I will be right back. She told me to follow her and bring my purse. When we got into the restroom, she gave me a hug, told me I'd done one hell of a job getting us here, and to please, smoke a cigarette! LOL!

When we got back to the car, Grandma grinned and asked me, Feel better now? I just nodded. Grandma had smoked for 20+ years, I KNOW she knew I smoked, but nobody said a word about it among us. Family dynamics!