It's All About the Grandmothers - Part the Third

After their various entrances, flourishes, and squawks, both grandmothers (actress and eccentric) settled in the living room to consume bread and hummus. They muddled through fairly well, considering they had nothing in common, and before long were on the topic of singing.

Eccentric Grandmother: I find that my voice isn't nearly as good anymore. I just don't have the range.
Actress Grandmother: O, I learn new song. Practice all the time. Moon River.
EG: Oh, really?
Actress Grandmother: Yes, it's simple. You should try it. I sing for you.

Now when someone sings, especially if they are elderly, you don't really expect much of a voice. The phrasing and the rhythm can get knocked around a little and no one notices. If the singer decides to switch keys between the verse and the chorus, you forgive them. No one really expects much in the way of vibrato, either. One does, however, expect words.

AG: Wait...how does it start.
EG: [sings] Moon River.
AG: Right! [sings]

Moon River

Wider than a smile

EG: Mile.

AG:

Wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some way

EG: Someday.

AG: Someday.

 

Father: [poking head from kitchen] Is that the Hallelujah Chorus?

 

AG: [ignoring son-in-law]

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're going, I'm going your way

[decides to quit while she's ahead]

 

EG: That was lovely.

AG: See? Easy.