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My grandmother was sometimes very
deaf and other times,
particularly when someone was
talking about her, not
deaf at all.
One Sunday she was sitting in
the living room directly in front
of the radio.
She had a sermon turned on so
high that it could be heard for
blocks around. And
yet she was sound asleep and
snoring. I
tiptoed into the living room, hoping
to get a manuscript that was on
the piano and get out again
without waking her up.
I almost did it.
But just as I got
to the door, the
radio went off and
Grandmother spoke sharply:
“John, are you ready for
the second coming of the Lord?”
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