How I met Hilda Jones

About 5 years ago in Toronto, Canada, I rescued an elderly lady who was exhausted at a neighbourghood landromat beside my Bicycle Store. It was on a hot day of July.
When I asked her name she replaid"Hilda Jones".
" Oh," I said you are the grandmother of Indiana Jones."
She vociferously denied it."How can I be the grandmother of Indiana Jones when I am a single lady?"
Well, I said "for me you are the grandmother of Indiana Jones. He is a fictitious person and you are his grandmother.
Well, to shorten my story , she became the Editor for my Incredible Stories.
Incredible but true
Best regards,
Hernan P.Burgos(NANOBURGOS)