Friday, April 25, 2003

Unlikely

Grandma walks into an apartment. Grandpa is inside, the TV is on. He yells at her to get out and go back downstairs to her place. Grandma walks down the hall to the elevators, she is carrying a square Styrofoam to-go container full of take-out food. I think how sad it must be to eat alone. Then she asks me if I will sit with her while she eats.

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