Of Grannys and Groceries and the Ol’ Summertime
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There we were—my ninety-year old Granny and I, sitting in front of the small-town Grocery, waiting for my mom and my daughter to finish shopping. Grandma was chattering away in the back seat, but I knew she wasn’t talking to me.
“You feel cold?” she said. “I don’t want you to cry.” Granny peered at her [...]