My grandmother, after her stroke   I.   Here, you are in that nightgown, a girl again, wandering the downstairs hallway escaping some dream.  Later I will find you in the dark kitchen trying to remember how to read the digits on the microwave.   II.   In our house the bell was unexpected, the…

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