It's All About the Grandmothers - Part the Second

The second (eccentric) grandmother arrived twelve minutes late in a car that I didn't recognize. After denying me the right of helping her, she trucked her twelve bags into the house, ignored the slippers we'd bought for her, and handed us a twelve-pack of sparkling water. Eventually, the small talk began to bore her and she launched into an update of her home's renovations, which she described as if relating the procedural steps entailed in a lobotomy.

Before long, the topic of dinner was introduced. We mentioned that the turkey would be ready around 6.00. She balked. Her response to our inquiries as to her reaction: "I have a date at eight."

Did I mention she's sixty-six?

And at eight she went.