Tatiana goes to a psychic to contact her dear departed grandmother. The psychic’s eyelids flutter, her hands float above the table and she begins moaning. Soon a voice emanates from the pyschic saying, “Granddaughter, are you there?”

Wide-eyed, Tatiana responds, “Grandmother? Is that you?”

“Yes, Granddaughter, it’s me.”

“It’s really, really you, Grandmother?” Tatiana repeats.

“Yes, my dear, it’s really me.”

Tatiana looks puzzled, “You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s me.”

Tatiana pauses. “Grandmother, I have just one question.”

“Anything, my child.”

“When did you learn to speak English?”