She broke a knife fight
She did some cool stuff
Grandma once broke up a knife fight in the neighbourhood. She was quite proud of that. She kept the knife in a drawer as a trophy, and would tell the story to anyone who’d listen. I forgot the details, but she always had a spark in her eyes while telling it. Grandma was also very Dalmatian. And very Catholic. She loved watching mass on the television, rosary in hand. And she loved the lottery. Big, big fan of the lottery. She was always on the lookout for numbers to play. Inspiration could come from anywhere: license plates, street numbers, radio stations. Then every night she’d watch the numbers roll out on HRT. But she hardly ever won. She used to split her winnings between her grandchildren, and it was never much. A couple kunas here and there. I remember getting 50kn one time.
