"Me?"
Shirley Thorne hurriedly waved her hands, indicating she didn't need one.
With her 20/20 vision, she could swear that the moment Grandpa mentioned giving her an incense bag, Josephine Grant had shot a death ray at her no less intense than nuclear radiation.
'If I take this, I'll just be called a bitch a few more times for no reason.'
'Not that I'm afraid, of course.'
Grandpa, unaware of the subtle barbs exchanged between the two women, was still muttering with Leo Graham about horoscopes.
Leo Graham was quick on the uptake. He immediately pulled out his phone, searched for information on horoscopes, and began to slowly explain it to Grandpa.
Grandpa's eyes lit up with understanding. "Oh, so it has to do with your birthday."
He looked at the information, then at the incense bags, and said to Shirley Thorne, "Shirley, I remember your birthday is in February, right?"
Shirley froze for a second. "Yes, it is!"
'What's Grandpa up to?'
