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.

eyes were telling Debbie,

keep herself calm by all means. She

and smiled

“Good evening, Grandma. I’m

to meet

only smiled at her perfunctorily and said nothing. But when she saw

have a look at you. How have you

affectionately. It seemed all of a sudden 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.

smiles lightened the atmosphere

to Valerie and hugged

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

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