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

calm by all

smiled at the old

“Good evening, Grandma. I’m

to

said nothing. But when she saw the two people behind Debbie,

have a look at you. How

witch into a cordial, loving grandma. It struck Debbie that the Hilton family didn’t care for

It sucked.

lightened the atmosphere in the

ran to Valerie and hugged her

you so much! I’ve been thinking about coming to visit you all along, but

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