“So. What do you think, Mom?” Brooke asks. “Would you like to be called Granny? Or Grams? How about MeeMaw?” Robert breaks his silence with a long, loud cackle. “Oh, Lenore!” He puts a hand to his chest and raises the other like he can’t contain the laughter. “Please pick MeeMaw. I beg you!” Lenore flares her nostrils. “Well, that would make you PeePaw.” Robert cackles even harder. “Okay,” Brooke says. “MeeMaw and PeePaw it is.”
