Leslie walked up to Matilda, eyes fixed on her face.
She stared intently, and just before Matilda could blow up, Leslie reached out and gently touched her cheek.
Ever since half of her face drooped, even Matilda herself couldn't stand looking in the mirror-never mind someone else. Yet, here was Leslie, touching it like it was nothing.
Some little kids had seen her face and ended up crying from fear.
Matilda's expression darkened instantly, and her reflex was to slap Leslie's hand away.
But Leslie was quick-she pulled her hand back in time.
She didn't get angry though. Instead, her expression stayed calm and cool, her voice flat: "Good news-your facial muscles aren't completely ruined. Still fixable."
Matilda snapped, "What are you talking about?"
"Grandma," Leslie
