I met Ted’s grandma finally, which was nice. She’s really sweet and cute and all the things a gramma should be. Lots of smiles and hugs to go around.
And after the matzoh ball soup, she turned to Ted’s mom and, with a gesture in my direction, asked, “Is she Jewish?”
Then she asked me where I’m from and I told her, slowly, and she relayed it in signs to her plus-one Margo.
’Cause Grandma is Jewish, but she’s also deaf. And a lesbian.