。 。 。 。 。 My mother was livid. My grandmother had that self-satisfied look of someone who has thrown down an unbeatable trump12 card. "I can do what I want, Ellen, and you can't stop me." My mother glared at her mother. She glared at me. No one can glare like my mother. If there were a glaring Olympics, she would undoubtedly13 win the gold medal.