How My Surrogate Grandmother Introduced Me to Silence

When I was a small boy, there was a lady named Mrs. Frazier who lived across the street from my home. Mrs. Frazier and her husband were a bit older than my parents; they only had one child, Pam, who was a good ten or twelve years older than me. So when I was a child, they lived alone in their house. Mrs. Frazier and I bonded; both of my grandmothers died before I was born, so she was a surrogate grandma for me. I would go over to her house and we’d make fresh-squeezed lemonade that tasted like a...