Because she broke the wine bottle, she'd said she was going to drink Pepsi. I said not to, she did anyway, so she didn't sleep. I went back to bed.
I woke up at about 8:00 and there was a note under my door:
"Libby, I never went to sleep! Alcohol didn't help! I think I'll drown myself. I love you!"
I went looking for Grandma and she was in the kitchen, confused by the coffee maker. I asked her how she slept. "Fine!" she said. I remade the pot of coffee that was full of grounds.
I turned on the air. The heat was on 85. Oy.
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