“Oh, my dear. You came back!”
“Of course I did, grandma! How could I ever?”
“How have you been? How was the outside world?” Grandma Grace let out a raspy giggle that crawled under Liberty’s skin.
He watches as the two women of different ages embrace in front of him. Nevermind the gremlins that suddenly evaporated like water in its third stage of change. They went back to playing and whining from afar as if the presence of the older woman repelled their own.
Hah. One part of Liberty is thankful for the hag’s gremlin-repellent effect on children, but the demon in him envies such authority.
“Oh, grandma. This is Liberty Stein. My boyfriend.” Naomi’s voice pulled him out of his head. He heard the made-up surname Naomi decided for him. Just like on cue, the lore they invented for his “
