She Dies at the Palace Hotel

My grandmother, my grandma grace, that was her standard of living. We were always aiming for the palace hotel. They wouldn't let us int anyway. I couldn't deal with it. Truly. U sit in my room, combing my hair, ooni gon to make it. When gistof your grandma comes in h to scowl at you and be like, carin, honey, honey. She was a flapper in the twenties. So if you er life walked by her, you were wearing your red shirt, she go home, red attracts ut i ike, i'm five. Really, yes. Constantly.