You must have been gifted.

My mother and her mother don't get along. That's a generous description of the relationship, really. I don't have an enormous amount to say in this post, because their conversation was brief.

"Ah-choo." (My mother sneezed.)

"What?" (My grandmother is hard of hearing. She's hard of everything, really. Especially of human compassion.)

"Nothing. I sneezed."

"You said something."

"No. I sneezed."

"You're a liar. You were lying when you came out of the womb."