Sophia: So, did you two make up?
Dorothy: Yes, Ma.
Sophia: Did you apologize to your mother and beg her forgiveness?
Michael: Yes, Grandma.
Sophia: OK, now do it to me.
Michael: I'm sorry. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. I hope you can forgive me.
Sophia: That's it?
Michael: And I promise to write more often.
Sophia: And?
Michael: And call you every week.
Sophia: Every week? What, you think I don't have a social life? You can call me every other week.
Michael: OK, every other week.
Sophia: Good, you're forgiven. Well, thank God this mess is over. I couldn't see a thing through this crap.