They Sold the Antique Piano My Grandma Left Me—From Her Hospice Bed, She Made One Call

wore like designer clothing, expensive and thoughtlessly displayed. “Does Grandma know?”

The silence that followed was answer enough.

“Does she know you sold her piano?”

My mother’s face hardened into something cold and threatening. “She’s in hospice, Annabelle. She’s on morphine half the time. She doesn’t need to know anything that might upset her.”

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