Grandma Cora Stared Me Down

my new quilt is made of hundreds of cats grandmother quizzed me. Are you sure? Did you count them? maybe fifty cats? I said. grandma cora stared me down. I was squirming now. sixteen cats? her face said that she knew better. I took another stab at a count “maybe six cats?” she asked me to hold up the quilt. knowing when I fib, even if it is through video chat. she has the knack! probably because she practiced on my mommy.