Lily
A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of contacting her dearly departed grandmother.
The psychic’s eyelids begin to flutter, her voice warbles, her hands float up above the table, and she begins to moan.
Eventually, a coherent voice emanates, saying, “Granddaughter? Are you there?”
The customer, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat, responds, “Grandmother? Is that you?”
“Yes, granddaughter, it’s me!”
“It’s really, really you, grandmother?” the woman repeats.
“Yes, it’s really me, granddaughter!”
The woman looks puzzled, “You’re sure it’s you, grandmother?”
“Yes, granddaughter, I’m sure it’s me!”
The woman pauses for a moment, “Grandmother, I have just one question for you!”
“Anything, my child!”
“Grandmother, you’re Italian! When did you learn to speak English?”
Grandma calls and announces that she will be coming by for a visit in about half an hour.
When she comes she is surprised to see her grandchild running to her as if possessed and hugging her with all his tiny might.
“What is it, Eric??” She asks.
“Now that you’re here, grandma, we have everything!”
“Whatever do you mean?” Inquired the surprised granny.
“When you called, mom said: ‘That’s all we need right now.’ So now that you’re here, we have all we need!”