You’re in the way, Grandma. You should have died years ago.”
That is what your granddaughter Valerie screams at you in front of twenty-three guests, seconds before her hand cracks across your face so hard your lip splits open against your teeth.
You stumble backward into the mahogany sideboard. Your glasses fall beneath you and snap under your weight. The …
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