Calling Grandma A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of

Calling Grandma A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of contacting herdearly departed grandmother. The psychic’s eyelids beginfluttering, her voice begins warbling, her hands float upabove the table, and she begins moaning. Eventually, acoherent voice emanates, saying, “Granddaughter? Are youthere?” The customer, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat,Responds, “Grandmother? Is that you?” “Yes granddaughter, it’s me.” “It’s really, really you, grandmother?”, the woman repeats.”Yes, it’s really me, granddaughter.” The woman looks puzzled, “You’re sure it’s you,grandmother?” “Yes, granddaughter, I’m sure it’s me.” The woman pauses a moment, “Grandmother, I have just onequestion for you.” “Anything, my child.” “Grandmother, when did you learn to speak English?”

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