At that time I lived with my girlfriend on the upper floor of a two-family house in a typical terraced housing estate. Among us lived our neighbor Mrs. Schneider, to whom we had a very friendly relationship. Even though she was already in her seventies, Mrs. Schneiders was still very young and not at all as one would imagine a typical grandma. Schneider always made jokes when she saw me and teased me that if I was 20 years older and she was only 20 years younger
I will always remember the moment she dropped that bomb on me. We were sitting at her kitchen table having coffee. It was a bright, sunny morning in Florida. The hummingbirds were busy on her flowers in the garden. And my grandmother just told me that old people have sex.