My Aunt July is not undoubtedly our blood relative, and she was absolutely our Grandma’s lover, back from a time when that sort of thing was not socially permissible.
The whole family loved July, and made her a part of the family regardless of what mankind might think, however grandma has been gone a long time now, but Aunt July is still around, as feisty as ever.
She got moved into an outdated folks home, because residing alone was too risky for her. The current location is nice, however she needs me to take her to the cannabis dispensary twice a week, and for an outdated bird she sure can smoke, because the people I was with and I need to go to the cannabis dispensary twice a week, every week! She is a big fan of OG Kush, because she says it gives her the best head rush. It is medical marijuana, and she has a prescription for it, however she is undoubtedly fair about using it mostly because she cares about getting high, then life in the outdated folks beach house is boring, she says, with undoubtedly little action, so the cannabis high allows her to have more fun with her dull days. I guess that is the greatest reason she wants to go to the cannabis dispensary so often, just to get out into the world and do something besides watch TV. Aunt July is undoubtedly generous with her cannabis, but even if she didn’t share the wealth I would happily drive her to the dispensary. She and I are the last affixion the people I was with and I have to Grandma, and that is pressing.