“Good, you got your glasses? Where are your glasses?” Grazina stared at him, blinking. “I dunno—oh! In microwave.” “What?” “I was making tea.” “Okay, hold on.” He grabbed the glasses from inside the microwave and put them on her face. “There, you ready? Good.” When they climbed in the car, Maureen glanced back, surprised that this landlady actually existed.
