Being taken aback by her grandma's behavior, Phoebe asked the quivering old woman to calm down little. Grandma Mayfair was holding Phoebe's hands tightly like she was holding on for her dear life.
"What is wrong with Ruth this time grandma?" Phoebe raised her eyes, a tiny quizzical smile played on her lips. What is that witch scheming now? she asked herself.
"That was your father on the phone earlier, apparently Ruth is gravely ill and needs a bone marrow transplant from her birth parents. Her illness is much more serious than i imagined." Grandma Mayfair's trembling hand moved to wipe her face with a small pale blue cotton handkerchief.