So I was in Florida, hangin' out with the blue hairs, and my grandmother says, "Did you feel like reading a book, or something?"
"Not right now," I reply.
"When your mother was here the other week, she bought a book. I think she left it behind in the room you're in."
"It's okay. I brought a coupl'a books down with me."
"Someone told her it was a good book so she bought it from the store up the road."
"I don't feel like reading just now," I say.
Later, when I wandered into the bedroom, I noticed the book sitting on the end table. The Help. Sigh.