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.
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