Grandma was going to have to go, one way or another.

When we got downstairs to the lot, Grandma went to the Buick.

The phone rang in the kitchen and Grandma went to answer it.

So Grandma went home, my parents making the journey to help her to settle in.

She had thought Grandma was going to understand and perhaps show her some way to solve her problems.

Grandma went to the station to catch a train to get to Birmingham.

"Grandma, I am not going to talk to him!"

"Grandma, he's just going to give me the same old routine!"

"Dad said you and Grandma were going to the memorial service."

Grandma and Grandpa are not going to be subscribers forever.