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off. 
Kathleen, on the other hand, could do no such thing.  She was absolutely
furious with Grant.
    “Please don’t speak about my daughter like that,
Grant.  I happen to think she’s beautiful, and always will be no matter
what size she is.”  Kathleen’s face was crimson. She was so angry.
    “Sorry Kath, I didn’t mean to upset you.”  Grant
muttered, frowning at Charlotte as he spoke.
    “It’s Charlotte you should be apologising to, not me. 
Plus I’d thank you not to call me Kath in the future. My name is Kathleen.”
     In the end they stopped trying, all agreeing that he
was an idiot, and so treated him accordingly.  Funnily enough, Archie was
the only one who seemed to grow to like him. He couldn’t understand why 'Gyant'
never wanted to play with him.
    Charlotte also began to realise what Grant was really like.
At the beginning he’d treated her like a princess, but within a couple of
months all she was to him was a cleaner, a washerwoman, a taxi driver and, very
occasionally, a sex object. 
    Despite all this, Charlotte agreed to move in with him after
a few months, but when your boyfriend says “why don’t you get a mortgage, buy a
house and then I’ll move in, but keep my own house, to stay at when I need a
bit of space”, it’s very difficult to say no to such an attractive, and
romantic, proposition.  Grant’s lack of financial support and increased
need for “space”, soon made Charlotte realise that she was being too much of a
soft touch.   Although she hated the thought of losing Grant,
Charlotte knew that she had to make a stand.  She needed to encourage him
to change the way that he treated her.  But, before she could even think
of a strategy, Tom provided evidence that Grant would probably never change,
and needed to be dumped and pretty quickly.
    He spotted Grant in a fast food place in Manchester, feeding
chicken nuggets to a red haired girl while she ran a hand up and down his
thigh.  Tom made a decent and brave choice; he told Amanda and asked her
to tell Charlotte.   Charlotte didn’t believe it at first, but when
Grant called her Eve during sex, even she had to admit that Tom had been
right.  Grant obviously tried to talk his way out of it, saying that Eve
was just a friend, but enough was enough.  Charlotte threw him out on to
the street, along with his clothes and a bin liner full of car magazines.
    She cried for weeks. She knew that she was the one that had
finished it, but the thought that she hadn’t been enough for him, and that he’d
slept with someone else, broke her heart.  Kerry and Bets had been there
for her, trying to get her to do things - mainly to wash and brush her hair -
but nothing that they could do or say would take away her feelings of sadness
and failure.  In the end Kathleen called in the troops; she sent her own
mother around to Charlotte’s house. If Charlotte would listen to anyone, it
would be her Granny Joan.
    “Charlie,” she asked, stroking her granddaughter’s lank,
greasy hair, “what has that man left you with?  Please tell me.”
    “Memories Gran, we did have some good times.” 
Charlotte sniffed loudly.
    “Memories won’t keep you warm at night.  You should be
out there, putting yourself about a bit.  When Grandpa died I didn’t hang
about, a woman has her needs, even at 72.  I was never away from the
bingo, that bingo caller couldn’t get enough of me, even with all that
cellophane on my legs and bottom; and he was younger than me!”
    “He was still a pensioner Gran, and anyway it’s cellulite
not cellophane.”
    Choosing to ignore Charlotte’s lack of enthusiasm, Joan
pulled the duvet away from her granddaughter’s sofa bound body.
    “Come on, get yourself up and dressed; you’re coming to the
bingo with me.  There’s a new caller starting tonight, he might be a
decent bit of trouser.”
    Charlotte didn’t go to the bingo, but it did make her
realise that a night out with Kerry and Bets was a much