Debbie’s hand.

Ignoring the broken teacup, he took Debbie to a distinguished old Lady with silver hair.

“Grandma, I’m back with Megan and Debbie. This is

Debbie Nelson, my wife,” he said to the old lady. Then turning to

Debbie, he said, “Deb, greet Grandma.”

The grandma wore a long garnet cashmere sweater, top-notch pearls around her neck and her wrists. She had been gazing at Debbie, stone-faced, since she walked in.

Just sitting there quietly was enough for her to intimidate everyone.

stern face and sharp eyes were telling Debbie,

all means. She

smiled at the old

“Good evening, Grandma. I’m

Nice to

only smiled at her perfunctorily and said nothing. But when

Megan, let me have a look at

icy cold witch into a cordial,

It sucked.

smiles lightened the atmosphere

to Valerie and hugged her

thinking about coming to visit

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