At the end Grammy didn’t always make sense.
“Uncle Stanley’s fortune,” she’d say. “Who took Uncle Stanley’s fortune? Helen and Lester? My sakes…”
“Uncle Stanley didn’t have a fortune,” you’d hafta say. “He died a penniless farmer.”
But I knew Grammy was also still a rare opportunity to get some valuable information about the past.
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