To my vast surprise, Gran actually initiated a conversation with me today. Not that she's been specifically cool to me all these years; she's been like that with everybody. Gran has always been guarded, which I'm sure has something to do with why she's survived as a prey species into her 60s. There's been a price, though, paid with being isolated from her peers and contemporaries. After over six decades of life her only friend seems to be Elanor...a wolf!
The conversation seemed to have been motivated by my engagement, and for the first time she actually seemed interested in my personal life. I don't know if she simply relates better to adults than to children (and that the ring on my finger means I no longer fall into the latter category), or that she's trying to make up for lost time before I settle into married life. I'm just grateful for the attention.
In other news, my college roommate Rhonda has officially made the Beige University hunting team. (Previously she'd been red-shirted; having to wear a practice jersey already covered in the blood of prey killed by the first-stringers.)
