Now it was up to me to tell Grandma that her son was missing.

I hadn't come to tell Grandma about my father.

"Just don't say anything about the heart," I told Grandma.

The aunt had told Grandma (or Jane, as they always called her) that she was being 'used'.

"We won't tell Grandma if you say cuss words," she whispered in his ear.

I told Grandma I'd pick her up at seven.

A door slammed, and my niece ran in, dripping wet, wanting to tell Grandma about her swim.

"Probably it'd be best if we don't mention anything about the gun when we get home," I told Grandma.

I double-parked just short of the service driveway and told Grandma she should go in without me.

"I should go home and tell Grandma that I'm going."