A storm began, and blew over as quickly as it had come. It was one of those summer storms that cleans the streets and washes the stink from everything. The kind that cools off fourteenth story apartments close to the roof, where heat conducts itself into a tangible part of the human business.
Since the storm, there was room for other things. Amelia decided to pay a visit to The Grand Mother, who lived in the apartment across the hall. The kind old woman had more than earned her nickname. In return for her kindness, Amelia took it upon herself to check in on Grand Mother from time to time. Did she need anything? Did the grocery boy try to cheat her again? Had maintenance come to repair the air conditioning? Amelia knocked on Grand Mother’s door, even though she knew it wasn’t locked. It never was.
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