“I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?”

“I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?”

“Granny always said finding justice was as tough as putting socks on a rooster.”

“Now that her spirit had left, I’d thought she would feel light. Then I realized it was the spirit that carries the weight of the body and not the other way around.”

“I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?”