December 7, 2019:

Sour face and sweats, frown, sleepy monotone into her cell phone while flipping through perfume ads. Turns on the television, in a roomful of readers.

"I never thought of myself as a Princess girl. I had these little pink cowboy boots and thought I was a cowboy."

Grandma is slathered in so much perfume, I have to box my food and leave. Baby talk in sing-song: "Girls go first, little baby boy. Always let the girls go first."