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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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