Your Mother Could Lie Before She Could Talk--Part 3
“Which face do you feel like Grandma?” Grandma releases her hold on the cup and studies the card closely as if for the first time. “This one I think,” she says finally, tapping the last face, the crying one. I feel like her inquisitor, but I push on. “So they got married? Mom and Dad?” Grandma grips... Sign in to see full entry.