This is how rumours get started

My cousin Stacey calls me today to ask what is going on with my youngest sister Martha. Nothing of which I am aware. She proceeds to tell me that our grandmother reported to her that my sister was stabbed by an immigrant. Yes. Stabbed by an immigrant. My reaction is to laugh and shake my head. I love my grandma, but as she's gotten older she tends to convince herself of more elaborate and false stories. Although, now I'm wondering because I've called her twice and asked her in both messages, "Hey, were you stabbed by an immigrant?" No answer yet! Keep you posted.