**Grandma gives the evil eye to Marin, who had opened the door for her. Her chin jutting out, and her eyes squinted as a result of glasses sliding off her face, she manages to make a tiny smile.**
Thank you deary.
**Then turning to Father, moving surprisingly swiftly for someone with her age and bone structure, she picks up her knobbly wooden cane and swings it full force at Father's knees**
And THAT, young laddie, was fer mistaken' me fer the dog! **Swings her cane to whack him again** What's wrong with you! **whack** Y'don't know how to treat an old lady nowadays?! **whack** Shame on you fer actin' in such a manner! **She grabs her cane about mid-way and tries to bonk Father on the head with it** Maybe NOW the message will have sunk in...
**she mumbles to herself while slowly moving her geriatric body to a comfortable-looking chair** ...the dog, honestly... show him who's the dog... bruises in the mornin'...
**Once on the couch, Grandma sees Jack calling out towards her. Cursing the fact that she just sat down and probably won't be able to stand for another good half hour (due to her thwacking incident with Father) , she sighs and resorts to giving him her eviliest angry-old-woman look.
Edit: Sorry guys, I know the story has progressed since my last post, but I've been away so I'm trying to catch up to where we are at right now. I think most of you are in cars or something... ><