Great-grandmother gnashed her teeth like she always did when greatgrandfather was about to make a social error. "This tobacco stinks!" said great-grandfather. He held the pouch away from his nose. "As usual, my cheap great-grandson has shown his respect by bringing me cheap tobacco." Great-grandmother kicked great-grandfather in the shin, as she had been doing in such instances as long as she could remember. Not that it did any good. Great-grandfather had grown old and independent and it took something of the magnitude of an earthquake to change his ways. Great-grandson sighed. He knew that no matter what kind of tobacco he brought or how much it cost, great-grandfather would always say it was cheap. "You are looking well, great-grandfather," he said. "A fat lot you know!" said great-grandfather irritably. "It's the vapors. It gets him in the back," said great-grandmother.
