Millitimed to Way Back When
Sophie's latest floral experiment is going to turn out lovely one of these days. She's certain of it.
. . . however, today it still looks more like an odd squashed root than anything else, and so she's sitting at a table in the bar, eyeing it rather balefully as she attempts to coax it into better behavior.
"Come along, now - you must be due ( Read more... )
. . . however, today it still looks more like an odd squashed root than anything else, and so she's sitting at a table in the bar, eyeing it rather balefully as she attempts to coax it into better behavior.
"Come along, now - you must be due ( Read more... )
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But there's something about an old woman talking to plants that nudges some sort of elderly sororal feeling, so she ends up standing by the table, looking at the plant curiously.
"I ain't seen one like that before," she observes.
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She looks up, and finds herself immediately presented with mixed emotions.
This may be the first person she's seen in the bar whom she hasn't felt the urge to address as "young lady." On the one hand: seeing people younger than her constantly wandering about gets thoroughly frustrating. On the other, what if she fails at some crucial test of elderly womanhood and the stranger sees through her disguise? Dilemma!
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Without so much as a 'by your leave', Nanny pulls a chair over and makes her ample frame comfortable on it.
"What was it before?" she asks, peering at the plant.
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"I'm not really sure - some kind of root that I found in the shop. Nothing terribly interesting."
There's a 'little did she know' looming in the near future, but for right now Sophie can comfortably ignore it.
"I'm Sophie, by the way," she adds, and extends a skinny hand.
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