"Before they came, our little village could barely barre against the changing seasons. Look around, the houses are so frail a sneeze could shatter the foundation," granny's waterfall of words halted, she horned onto a perplexed expression. Stephanie watched with a disgruntled look, the sight had granny turn her fingers and wait, the awkward silence endured.
"Speak," added granny, "-I said I'm poor of hearing. Do this old lady the favor of speaking up when something bothers."
"I apologize for my rudeness," she straightened her back, firmed her stance upon the chair facing granny, "-I didn't want to interrupt."
"I don't mind interjections," came a wrinkled smile, "-tell me, little one, what do you want me to retell?"
