Last year shortly before Christmas, our doorbell rang. There stood a 4 1/2 foot tall person introducing herself as “Groovy Granny.” She came in and performed a dance for us; she was a real hoot. Well, imagine my surprise this afternoon when she showed up for a return visit. This time she came bearing gifts for Mr. B and me. She said she picked them up at a yard sale, but the ring and necklace in my box looked suspiciously like ones from my jewelry box. Come to think of it, her blouse looked my good silk one, I wore a skirt just like last week, and my mother knitted the exact same shawl for me when I was in high school. I recognized the shoes from my closet, too.
I’m starting to get a little suspicious of this character. Now that I think about it, she looks awfully young to be a grandmother…
