Feb. 13th, 2006
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Feb. 13th, 2006 01:25 amThe room smells of old perfume and lavender as Guppy's grandmother sits quietly in the corner, knitting. She watches her grandson in his restless sleep and smiles a little. He had insisted so much that she shouldn't be having to look after him. She had insisted equally that she had seen his great grandfather over this sort of thing after the Great war, knew all about panic attacks, that his grandfather was deaf as a post, and he could scream until he was blue in the face.
You just couldn't argue with Nana Sandhu.
As Guppy begins to breathe faster and whimper, she puts down her knitting and is there by his side.
It will be a long night.
You just couldn't argue with Nana Sandhu.
As Guppy begins to breathe faster and whimper, she puts down her knitting and is there by his side.
It will be a long night.