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• One time I took her to the Mambo Inn at the Loughborough Hotel in Brixton, because Gran had been a keen lover of Latin music, and had taught me from an early age to Mambo, Bossa Nova, Cha Cha Cha and Merengue, so I could finally dance with Sai without looking sad, lost or uncoordinated. I showed Sai what fun Latin music was, and we learned how to Salsa-dance properly; we had a good time.
• We'd call dad and Grandpa every evening, chat for a while, check everything was OK, that they were keeping OK, and see if there was any news from the Coroner's Court for an Inquest date. At night we indulged in long slow lovemaking, or sweaty sexual encounters, appetite for each other growing daily, gorging on each other.
• Finally, the third week of August, dad called to say they'd received the death certificate, and could now go ahead with Gran's funeral. The funeral home had offered the last day of August, so I went ahead and arranged some time away, and the arrangements got underway.