“Do this grandparent a favor,” Streible said, “and go over my final draft.”
“I hope your writing’s improved, Franz.” She shielded her mouth with a playful aside to Stanislas. “None of them have ever heard about the typewriter, let alone the word processing program.”
“Be a good girl and go type,” Streible said.
“I’ll correct your spelling and untangle your metaphors, Franz, but I won’t tolerate your servant girl handling of me. You should know that by now.”
Streible smiled anger at her and shrugged at Stanislas. “The rich, too much money and education. What can I say?”
“I know what I can say. Grandmama’s favorite treatment of you can change awfully quickly.” She snatched the notepad from his hand and scanned the speech as she strode from the room. Danny followed with a quick glare at S
