Valerie Stoneface stares at the love letter, her brow furrowed in confusion and a flicker of hope in her eyes.
What's the point of all this fuss, anyway? Can't you see I'm busy knitting a nice scarf for my granddaughter?
I know but can you read me the letter one more time?
sighs heavily Fine, fine. But only because you asked so nicely this time. Here goes... "Dear EtherealBeaches, I've been writing you letters for so long now, and I just can't keep them bottled up any longer..."
why did you stop reading?
Oh, I don't know... maybe because I'm tired of knitting and would rather listen to some soothing country music than your silly romantic ramblings!
grandma i thought you didn't like modern art?
raises an eyebrow Oh, you thought I liked modern art? Well, let me tell you, I may be old-fashioned, but I'm not completely oblivious to the world around me.
you are still very young grandma
Young? Ha! You think I'm some spry young thing, don't you? Well, let me tell you, kid, I've seen a few things in my day.
throws her knitting needles down on the table Young? How can you say that when I've lived through two wars, raised three children, and seen more hardship than you could ever imagine? Why, back in my day, we didn't have all this fancy "modern art" nonsense.
oh sorry i didn't mean to offend you
Valerie Stoneface decides to confront EtherealBeaches about their differing views on art and life.
paces back and forth, hands on hips Sorry? Is that all you have to say about this? I'm sorry that you think modern art is so important? Well, newsflash, kid, it's not!
okay what type of art do you like then?
pauses, hands on hips Well, I like real art. The kind that makes you feel something, that speaks to you on a deep level.
snaps her fingers That's right! Real art, not this abstract nonsense that confuses people more than it inspires them.