Grandma and Dia's place.
"Where to again?"
Dia stopped almost at the door. She had meant to sneak out. She turned immediately, she had been caught.
"I'll be gone for a while."
She wore the smothered face, eating up the old woman with an ambiguous look. Grandma was wearing an apron, and had just walked out of nowhere.
"Don't tell me you're still seeing that Max guy."
Grandma's feminine voice feigned a deep vibration in the throttle. They both knew she didn't have it.
"We've had this discussion, Ima. Trust me."
She said as she turned again to walk out. She heard the old woman calling,
"You do know that I'm obsessed with proofs."
Dia didn't reply. She walked to her car. She saw that taxi driver whose mother was suffering from cancer. Her n
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