57 I Will Stay Here

"No you're not calling dibs, you miserable old coot!" The old woman snapped at him.

She was tall, slender and had a headful of lush winter-white hair. She was wearing a white outfit that made her look otherworldly and mysterious. I could tell immediately that she was once an earth-shattering beauty. Even in her obvious advanced age, she still looked amazing.

In a grandmotherly sort of way, of course. But amazing.

"Hey, don't smack my head in front of the kids!" The muscular old man frowned and chided the beautiful old woman.

SMACK!

"I'm going to smack you whenever and wherever I like!" The old woman snapped irritably at him. "If you don't want to get smacked, then stay away from me!"

"I AM staying away from you! YOU'RE the one who's following me!" The old muscular old man complained like a little boy. "How am I supposed to maintain my distance when you're following me around like a duckling? Don't tell me that you've finally fallen fo-"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!