My 101-Year-Old Grandmother Hadn’t Left Bed in Two Years—Then She Came to My Daughter’s Birthday With a Locked Red Suitcase and Said, “Take Off Her Left Sock”
“After everything?”
“Arthur did most of the historical wrong.”
“He is dead.”
“I know.”
“That is very inconvenient.”
I laughed.
So did Grandma.
Dark humor.
