““shells. “I’m not going to supper at New Clairmont,” says Mirren decisively. “And no breakfast, either. Not this year.” “Why not?” I ask. “I can’t take it,” she says. “The aunts. The littles. Granddad. He’s lost his mind, you know.” I nod. “It’s too much togetherness. I just want to be happy with you guys, down here,” says Mirren. “I’m not hanging around in that cold new house. Those people are fine without me.” “Same,” says Johnny.””
