A woman wanted to visit a psychic. Her boyfriend was against it. "They're all frauds," he said.
"I want to try it," she said. "I'll pay for it. Hey, I'll bet she'll be able to contact your grandmother."
The boyfriend gave in.
The psychic welcomed them into her room, sat them down at her table in the dimmed room and began the seance. She closed her eyes. A moment later her eyelids began fluttering and her hands floated up above the table. Shortly thereafter, a coherent voice emanated saying, "Grandson? Are you there?"
The man replied, "Grandmother? Is that you?"
"Yes, grandson, it's me," the voice came back.
"I told you she was real!" the girlfriend whispered to her boyfriend.
"It's really you, grandmother?" the man repeated.
"Yes, it's really me, grandson," the voice came back once again.
The man looked puzzled, "You're sure it's you, grandmother?" he asked again.
"Yes, grandson," the voice once again returned, "It's definitely me."
The man paused a moment. "Grandmother, I have just one question for you," he said.
"Anything, my child," the voice replied.
"When did you learn to speak English?"
