He sighed and turned to my Granny, "Do you think I shouldn't go, aunt?" She crossed her legs and crossed her eyebrows, a posture she most probably had practiced to intensify the unpredictability of what might come out of her.  "Yes." she said to my surprise, "Not without your daughter." He shook his head and put on his black, velvet jacket, the most formal looking piece of his "wardrobe" as I tilted my head, "You see..."