Grandma and Brian showed up at the dining properly seated to a dish of pasta and sauce. They had endeared a noiseless lunch on that chill afternoon when grandma cleared her throat, had s sip of her juice and then water to clear it even further.

“I have been wanting to discuss something with you.” Her voice was gentle yet to Brian it was impressively intimidating.

At the time Brian had a full moth, and all he could do was masticate his food and pull up a look of numbness. ...