“What are we going to do about your mother?” — My grandmother is sitting on her bed — white robe attired, PBS opera blasting, a menthol Capri 120 delicately wedged between her fingers as she sips a Diet Coke, on ice, out of a plastic wine glass. It’s not a dispo…
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