Calling Grandma

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When I was seven, Syd was my best friend. Hers was the first number I memorized when I learned to use a telephone. She would answer, a little curious and with a Brooklyn air of “Who the hell is this?”, which gingered up as soon as she heard me say “Hi, Grandma.” I’d call every […]

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