"Yes. Nana," Caitlyn said, feeling that same skin-crawling sensation she always did when talking about her grandmother. "She turned out to be kind of crazy herself. Even before the dementia set in, but then it could have been because she was dealing with my grandfather, who was ... oh, there's no nice way to put it. He was a womanizer. Big time." She stared out the window as the first drops of
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