"Grandma, I'm not so sure about this."
"Jeff, take her this lemonade from me." Grandma sends me off with a stern look.
"Excuse me, Mary?" I call. "I come bearing lemonade."?
"My favorite, thanks." Gulping it down a few drops dribble down her neck. "Jefferson, Reader's Theater right? My 5th grade girls adore you."
"Nice... Hungry? We could see whats on the grille?"?
"Sure," Mary giggles. "Grandma really wants us to meet?" I try to appear shocked. "I think I am going to agree with my girls."
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