Show us your treasures, Grandma. Please! Please? In the bedroom dresser is a cowrie shell to darn socks with. We take turns to listen to the sea. She fishes out a gold coin. “Save a penny, buy a farm.”
We always crowd in when she opens the wardrobe. She whips out the fur boa like a hairy snake with evil glass eyes. Boo! Screaming, we scatter, thrilled by the cold grasp of fear.
We stole the snake and cut its head off.
She didn’t spank us? Love, is such a spoiler.