“Grandma?! Why are you here?”

“It’s Thanksgiving.”

“Oh. I’m having bourbon roast turkey at the Union.”

“Nonsense. We’d enjoy your company at the farm. ”

“The farm…how could you go back after decades in New York city?”

“How could you break my violin? Come along. I brought the Lincoln Town Car.”


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