Lisa's POV
I know it's time we speak when Grandma abruptly switches off the TV to interrupt the movie I'm watching while savoring the handmade popcorn I made this morning.
She yells out, "Lisa," setting the remote on the little stool next to her and turning to face me.
I drop the bowl and finish chewing the last of the popcorn before turning to look bad at her.
She is direct and to the point, asking, "I want you to tell me what is happening and why you are getting married."
I scowl and shake my head while seeming bewildered. "I'm getting married, but why? I thought we had previously discussed this.
Yes, we did, but despite all you warned me, she adamantly states, looking attentively at me for anything to cling on. Most likely a moment of guilt. Or sobbing uncontrollably while telling
