Our grandfathers were a mess. They had the heart of a lion and the patience of a saint. Or, rather, the patience of a man who had just watched 17 seasons of his wife's bingo nights.
Bertha, the Heartbreaker, was the one they called "the worst".
She was a disaster in heels. A tornado in a tiara. A femme fatale with a penchant for burning the kitchen down.
She'd cook up a storm, but not in the way you'd want. More like a Category 5 hurricane, leaving a trail of destruction and a kitchen full of smoke.
But, despite all the heartbreak she brought, we still can't help but love her.
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