trauma boss visits his grandmother trauma boss: ‘grama, I the money I have been storing under your pillow. I need to pay my taxes.’
trauma boss’s grandmother: ‘bossy-wossie! it twinkles my heart like nothing else to,see you, bossy-wossie! you must tell me how your … your … your … you must tell me how things are going! but bossy-wossie, don’t you remember when you came and took all your money for ice cream? you must rem—
