With my immediate deadlines addressed, I went for a run Thursday morning and intentionally stopped at the Pick-Me-Up Diner to touch base with Eleanor. As I entered, Eustacia Paddington grabbed my arm and shook her head wildly. “You gotta do something about that wicked grandmother of yours, Kellan. She"s outta control!” Wisps of gray hair shot out in all directions underneath a furry blue hat three-sizes too big on her frail and wrinkled head.
Eustacia Paddington had gone to high school with my nana. They"d been frenemies ever since. Whatever Ms. Paddington did, my nana had to go one step further in their quest to annoy one another. On the last count, Nana D rallied six volunteers to rotate weeks for shoveling snow at Willow Trees, a nearby senior citizen"s community where Eustacia Padding
