h your mind and bloody speak up. You and I know that you know that the dress is bad!" My best friend yelled again. I sighed musing over my thoughts. This was a tradition in my f

Why are you smiling like that, Suse? Something wrong with your teeth?" I failed to mention that my grandma has a firm voice and she teases Susie sometimes... most times, alright all the time. I smiled quietly as I watched Susie's face turn red. "Nothing is wrong with my face, grand maggie pie," she answered through gritted teeth. "Ah, good." Grandma didn't seem fazed by the awful nickname Susie gave her. Over the years, she was used to it now apparently. Then I noticed she was staring at me. Oh boy! "Pray do tell me why you're standing on one foot, Hailey?" Grandma asked in an amusing voice. Her lips were twitching and I knew she was holding back her smile. "More like hopping," my traitor friend sniggered then imitated grandma's voice, "yes, pray do tell." I glared at her before smiling sweetly at my grandma. "It's exercise. It's good for my Uhm... muscles." "Oh by all means carry on," my grandma said smiling then turned to Susie, "Do join her." "W...what!" Susie stuttered. "It's an exercise good for muscles, join in while I set the timer. Thirty minutes max." Grandma had a mischievous glint in her eyes. So I proceeded to carry out the strenuous exercise of hopping on one foot. My consolation was that the traitor was among. Hmmph serves her right, my subconscious snorted. "Do you have something to say, Suse?" I heard grandma's voice behind me. I knew she was sitting on the recliner chair in my room and from the tone of her voice I knew she was enjoying herself immensely. I saw Susie gulp nervously. She had the unfortunate fate of being in front of me. "I was talking about Hailey's wedding dress," Susie replied panting. I rolled my eyes. Grandma knew well that she couldn't talk and be hopping, it'd leave her exhausted too soon. "What about it, dear?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw grandma paste on a saccharine smile. Susie huffed before speaking, "It's an old dress. She needs a new one." "Oh, that's a lovely observation." Susie beamed in front of me. She has no idea what grandma is doing. "But perhaps, Hailey, did you mention needing a new wedding dress?" I almost laughed at Susie's sour expression...almost. Instead, I kept a straight face and gave a humble answer, "No, grandma." If looks could kill I'd be ten foot under with the glare Susie shot me. "She doesn't need to say it for crying