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Grandma is in the far background, sitting in the one lawn chair that still has all its webbing. She’s not talking to anyone. She’s just watching. Her hands rest on her knees. A single, perfect kernel of corn is stuck to her chin. She doesn’t know it. She is the oracle of the patio, and she is thinking about the first barbecue, forty years ago, when the fence was new and the oak tree was just a whip.