398. Ten friends

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Grandma Joyce was practical to a T. Very down to earth. She shot from the hip. She told it like it is.

That didn’t mean she was a grumpy old bag. Quite the opposite. Her grandchildren adored her.

Granddaughter Zara came to stay. She brought her little computer.

“Why couldn’t you leave that thing at home?” asked Gran. “We could do things then.”

“But I have so many friends on Facebook, Gran,” said Zara. “I have to keep up.”

“How many friends?” asked Gran.

“Two thousand seven hundred and forty-five,” said Zara proudly.

“Ten friends are too many,” said Gran. “If you have ten friends, you’re doing something wrong.”

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