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Gra back against the throw pillows “Help me with this I’m useless at the pop culture clues”

I glance down at the puzzle, surprised to see it’s almost all the way filled in already “Looks like you’ve been doing fine without me”

Gram waves her hand “The Globe puzzle is easy,” she deh I can tell she’s a little bit pleased with herself “They say it keeps your brain sharp, for all the good that’ll do me”

“No, it will!” I say, s a little aardly I never know exactly how to react when Graressive; she isn’t ever going to get better, or move out of Sunrise and back into her own place The trick, my mom always says, is to enjoy her while we have her—which, I remind myself, is exactly what I came here to do

I open the tub of granola bars—Grarab the pitcher of iced tea froe We fill in the rest of the crosshile I tell her about my Brown interview

“She basically said I was a shoo-in,” I finish with a grin

“Dalass in an iced tea cheers “I’d expect nothing less froirl”

“What were you like back in college?” I ask, re been such a good girl when she was e “Were you really a hell-raiser?”

“I had lasses “I got arrested in Boston once, protesting the Vietnam War”

“What?” My jaw drops “You did not”

“Why is that so difficult to believe?” Graht and canny “Oh, I swore to your grandpa I’d never tell anyone I don’t even think your mother knows”

“No, I don’t think she does either” I try to is and sensible slacks from Eileen Fisher “You were a badass”

“Well” Graranola bar in half “I suppose I was But it didn’t feel like that at the ti what I could to right rong”

“Did you burn your bra too?” I laugh

Gram raises her eyebrows