NOVEMBER 23, 2013 by Daniel Blokh       • Cleaver Magazine
Babushka certainly doesn't remember. Mom remembers the call, my sister doing her best to keep her composure on the other line, I just called Babushka and she was talking strangely maybe check on her? And so she put me in her car and drove into the evening, calming me down I’m sure it’s nothing and me I’m sure it’s nothing too but the two of us dashed from the elevator to her room nonetheless.