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auren and David’s grandmother called just after their mom got home from her shopping expedition. Lauren put four cans of store-brand green beans on the floor (she was transporting them to the pantry) and picked up the phone. “Hello, Lauren?” Their grandmother didn’t sound like a frail, fluffy old lady. She had the kind of commanding voice that
made everyone in the vicinity stand at attention and obey whether they meant to or not. She never bossed Lauren around, but Lauren bet it wasn’t easy for her mom growing up.
“Hi, Nana,” she said.
Her mom looked up from the paper bag she was unloading and gestured for the phone. “Do you want to talk to Mom?”
“No, not right now,” Nana said. “Lauren, do you think you could come and visit me this afte
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