Helen
“Miss Bibsey, you have a beautiful home. Perhaps you could let me in on your secret on how you decorated this house,” Helen chuckled, as she admires the curtains, the floor, the walls...
“I tried. It’s been so long since I decorated this house, I still remember one or two things about decorating a room. But I only give out that information to people I know,” Grandma Bibsey stated honestly, as she take a sip of her chocolate tea.
“What do you want to know? You can ask me anything, I’m going to be staying here with you for a while so we might as well get to know each other.” Helen tried to get on the old woman’s good side, but she failed miserably.
“Nice try. I don’t mind Ally staying around me, but you. I don’t know, but I don’t like your vibe. I don’t need a baby sitter, I’m much better. I can cook, I can bathe myself, I can watch TV without grunting in pain, I can take a walk. So, I don’t see why you’re here.” Grandma Bibsey said angrily.