Abstract
My grandmother didn't want friends from the bridge club invited to her 90th birthday party last year. If her age became widely known, she worried that her standing—as a competitive player who takes her bridge very seriously—might be diminished. My grandmother is also mad about gardening, books, and film and has a wonderfully dry sense of humour. This becomes particularly evident about sundown, when she pours a hefty brandy or two while cooking dinner.

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