Grandma Mazur would take me in without a word of admonishment.

Grandma Mazur had both hands wrapped around the gun with her finger on the trigger.

Grandma Mazur stood two feet back from my mother.

Grandma Mazur was waiting at the door when I pulled up.

I helped Grandma Mazur set the table while my mother finished up in the kitchen.

Grandma Mazur helped herself to a cookie and a second cup of coffee.

My Grandma Mazur was at the front door, waiting for me.

Grandma Mazur was the only one not frozen to the floor.

Grandma Mazur was on the edge of her seat, nose pressed to the window.

I called my parents' house to make sure Grandma Mazur was safe at home.