She seemed to be talking as if she were performing a scene from a script she’d been given just this morning. She always behaved like that. My grandmother had told me she had a pill problem and that was why she spoke so slowly. She was supposedly trying not to slur her words.
“Hi, Aunty,” I said, with a little wave.
“OH! Hannah! My, my how you’ve grown. Angie will be delighted to see you,” said Aunt Arcadia.
“Angie is here!” I said, my pulse quickening.
“Yes, of course, she’s going to be on the news tonight. She invited the filming crew here so she could do her interview in her room, in front of all her beauty queen trophies…a little fancy backdrop never hurts..” Said Arcadia.
“Alistair! Wine please! NOW!” Demanded Arcadia in a completely different tone, dropping all her airy pretences
