part 322.2 of a novel: my grandmother part 213

My Grandmother sometimes says things like, “Garrison Keillor is a strange man.” Other times she says, “I think you should send a story to The New Yorker like Garrison Keillor did when he was young.” Other times she say things unrelated to Garrison Keillor like, “I worked at a mental institute,” or, “When I sold the house it was a very hectic time, but I managed and I think it’s for the better.” Then other times, and I’m embarrassed to admit this, but she’ll talk for a long time and I kind of zone her out and just nod my head.

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