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Over the summer, my grandmother’s skin began to drape off her limbs, and in the fall, I stopped hugging her because I didn’t want to break her. I had a tape recorder back then, and for six Saturdays in a row, my grandmother answered my questions into the tape. My dad never commented, but on Saturday nights, he would sit in the kitchen with me while I scarfed down food (there had long since stopped being food at my grandmother’s house; she could no longer taste anything) and listen ravenously as I recounted the stories my grandmother had told me.