Here's a disturbing new trend (aside from a resurgence of foil in the microwave), Grandma has gotten it into her head that she's having company.
"Am I having company?"
"No. No one is coming over."
"Isn't Andy coming over?"
This is her step-brother. He was always the life of the party, so I'd love to have him visit. The problem with that plan is that he passed away two years ago. I remind Grandma of this. But, she never admits to being wrong.
"Oh, it must have been Eddie that called. He's coming over. At 9 o'clock. Can you believe it? Who comes over then?"
"He lives in Texas. He's not coming over."
This has been going on for weeks, and she's said it three times in the past hour alone.
So I repeat, "No one is coming over. You keep saying that, but no one is coming."
"Well I didn't make it up! We'll see what happens at 9 o'clock!"
"You wanna bet?"
"Yeah! He called! I'll show you!"
And then she starts muttering and cursing.