![]() I ask Bubs about her weekly trip to the community center in Japantown to play bridge with other seniors. At 93 years old, Bubs, my grandmother, spends her days nibbling at three newspapers and the American Heritage dictionary that sits on the dinner table next to her seat. I usually do more of the talking, first telling her about the crisp weather and later bringing up a piece of news she may find interesting, or a new factoid I have overheard. “Am I holding the phone to my ear correctly? Can you hear me?” she asks. I can’t see her, but I imagine her adjusting the phone carefully so as not to offset her gray permed hair, which she bobby-pins every morning. When I call she lets the phone ring, waits for me to identify myself on the answering machine, then picks up the receiver hastily.
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