Mimi handed me a glass, and I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke on her clothes. “You promised you’d quit smoking.” “I’m only smoking a little now.” “That’s like being a little pregnant.” “Don’t you worry about old Mimi. I’m indestructible.” “So was the Titanic. And Rome. And Crystal Pepsi. You can’t be the Crystal Pepsi of grandmothers. I need you.”
