“I Was Strapped to a Backboard After a Crash — My Mom Only Wanted a $4,200 Transfer”

Grandpa George looked smaller than I remembered, leaning heavily on his cane, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. In his free hand, he carried a blue folder.

“Is this where the vultures are roosting?” he asked, looking directly at my mother.

She recoiled. “Daddy, what are you doing here?”

“Funny,” he said. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

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