Harmony's POV
"I'll fetch you some tea, dear," Aunt Rose said and I watched her waddle into the back room. Rose was still the same since I last saw her, maybe a little older and definitely rounder than I remembered.
"Lay off the biscuits," I shouted through "I'm watching my figure," I paused, muttering under my breath "And so should you too,"
As I walked across one wall of the bookstore, I ran my fingers over the leather spines of the books neatly displayed on the shelves. These meant nothing to me. Reading was a complete waste of time, I would rather wait until the movie came out.
Stopping, I pulled one of the books from the shelf and opened it. I scanned the pages quickly "This isn't exciting," I said in a low tone "There's no pictures," I carelessly pushed the book back into the place it came from. Rose had become boring in her old age it seemed.