Pacing down the stairs, I almost had a heart attack as Grandma Bibsey stared at me suspiciously. I couldn’t help but feel her eyes twitching my skin, I shaked it off and smiled before I break the awkward silence.... “Grandma, why don’t I give you a massage. You know it’s good for your sore muscles,”
“I don’t see why not. But–ah– how do you know my muscles were sore?” Grandma Bibsey questioned as she searched Ally’s facial expression for answers–when she didn’t find anything she scoffed to herself.
“The way you’re holding your arms... I noticed from yesterday, but because Ethan and I–– coughs* you know had some business to take care of in the bedroom,” Ally confessed, as her cheeks grew red from embarrassment.
“Your good with your eyes, huh? So, how was your interview?” Grandma B
