The Same, but Different

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"Eat your fries." M    y Grandmother was ol    der and meaner than    
any of the other Gra    ndmothers in this re    staurant. Her hangin   
g sacks of jowl-meat     made me want to fuc    king vomit. That, an   
d the wrinkling smel    l of pickled must. I     hated her. "Why? Th   
ese fries are disgus    ting, I hate them."     Her smile broke my s   
pine; it stretched i    mpossibly wide and f    alse. The thin wax o   
f her cheap lipstick     mixed with spittle,     pooled at the corne   
rs of her mouth but     the smile drew those     pools to cling, dew   
y, to the black post    -menopausal pubis cl    uttering her lip. "B   
ecause Jesus Said So    ."