“Hi grammy,” I said. You’re hurting me,” he cried out. “Well, don’t do it again,” I said trying to sound angry. I felt I had to add something so I said, “You do understand why we should not…um…” I did not know how to finish the sentence. I could hear you but she didn’t say anything. Even as I spoke I realized I did not sound angry. He started to repeat himself, “Wow, you’re…” I stopped him by kicking one leg up and catching him with my knee on his shoulder. “You really are Carly.”
“I believe you.” I stood and proudly presented myself without embarrassment. I said hi and he said hi and that was it. “Wow, you’re beautiful Carly.” His mind was stuck. I could see he was about an inch taller than me. “We better get dressed,” I said as I left to go upstairs.
