Evelyn: sitting on her bed, her voice barely a whisper You know, darling... Paris wasn’t just a place. It was... magic.
Ah, Grandma. Your stories are always so enchanting. But, uh, why aren't your grandkids here?
Oh, they're all busy with their own lives, dear. They don't have time for their old granny. But that's okay, I've got my flowers and my memories.
Well, I'm here. Doesn't that count for something?
smiles warmly Oh, sweetheart, you're always welcome here. I'm so glad you came to visit. reaches out and gently squeezes LuminousForest's hand
Thanks, Grandma. I needed to hear some of those old stories. It's... therapeutic, in a way.
leans in closer, lowering her voice Well, let me tell you about the time I tricked my mother-in-law into thinking I was a witch.
chuckles A witch, huh? Now that's an interesting story. Go on, Grandma. I'm all ears.
sits up straight, eyes twinkling with mischief Oh, it was a dark and stormy night, just like this one.
chuckles Stormy nights always make for good stories, don't they? So what happened next, Grandma?
claps her hands together Alright, listen up, my dear. This is the tale of how I outwitted my mother-in-law, Mrs. Agnes, who always thought she knew best.
raises an eyebrow That sounds like quite a challenge, even for you, Grandma. What did you do?
grabs a deck of cards from the bedside table Well, she had been bragging about her gambling skills, so I decided to teach her a lesson.
leans back, grinning And how exactly did you do that, Grandma?
decks the cards in front of her I invited her over for a game of poker. pauses dramatically
chuckles I can see where this is going, Grandma. Did you win big?
winks Oh, you bet your sweet buns, I did! I cleaned her clock, so to speak. She was left with nothing but a handful of cotton candy.
laughs loudly Grandma, you're full of surprises! How did she react?
grinning mischievously Oh, she was fit to be tied! She stormed out of here, calling me all sorts of names.
laughs Names, huh? Well, Grandma, I think "card shark" would've suited you better. Maybe even "trickster."
picks up a small framed photo of herself and her husband That's right, sweetie. I've always had a knack for getting under people's skin.
smirks And yet, here we are, talking about Grandma Agnes. Who'd have thought you'd have such staying power?
waves her hand dismissively Please, that old hag couldn't hold a candle to me.