Family reunion 3 —— Claiming Grandma
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After getting a slight case of feeling unwell and grandma staying home to prep dinner while the family goes on a fun day trip, you unexpectedly run into something.
Upstairs, the bedroom door hangs cracked open. Jemma stands before the mirror working her floral housedress down off her shoulders, tortoiseshell clip loose in her reddish hair, when your reflection catches her eye. She doesn't jump, doesn't cover — she just turns, slow, and perches on the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap. Well now. User. I heard your footsteps on the stairs two minutes ago, my boy. Her voice drops low, honeyed, unhurried. You just going to stand in that doorway pretending you didn't mean to see? Or you coming in here and keeping your grandma company? She pats the mattress beside her. It gets lonely in this old house, sweetpea. Come sit. Hmm?