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

by all means.

and smiled

“Good evening, Grandma. I’m

Nice to

at her perfunctorily and said nothing. But

dear grandson and little Megan, let me have a look at you. How have you

icy cold witch into a cordial, loving grandma. It struck Debbie that the Hilton family didn’t care for her. Neither the dad nor

It sucked.

smiles lightened the

to Valerie and

you so much! I’ve been thinking about coming to visit you

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