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.

her stern face and sharp eyes were telling

by all means. She took her

smiled

“Good evening, Grandma. I’m

to meet

at her perfunctorily and said nothing. But when she saw the two people behind Debbie, she

have a look at you. How have

she had turned from the icy cold witch into a cordial, loving grandma. It struck Debbie that the Hilton family didn’t care for her. Neither

It sucked.

old lady’s smiles lightened the

Valerie

much! I’ve been thinking

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