“What?!” the Little Old Woman asked loudly. Obviously, she was a little hard of hearing. And if the way she was squinting was any indication, she was also hard of seeing. Granny spoke directly in her ear. “I was telling Red that we’re happy to be out of the Shoe Inn.” “Who’s dead?!” the Little Old Woman asked. “Not dead—Red, my granddaughter,” Granny said. “Your granddaughter’s dead?!” the Little Old Woman said, aghast. Granny turned back to Red. “Don’t mind her, sweetheart. She has more than two hundred grandchildren—her ears aren’t what they used to be.”
