90 The Crazy Grandmother
Selma Payne’s POV:
“Actually, if it was a year ago, I would have chosen the Moon Goddess without a doubt.” Dorothy’s eyes were blank as if she had recalled sothing. “But tis have changed, and everything has changed.
“Since I’ve chosen this path and chosen to beco a werewolf witch, I don’t have to be so unreasonable and waver between the two gods because I will never be able to calm my will. No god will accept such an impious believer, and I will lose everything.
“If my identity cannot be separated, why should faith be separated? I’ll pray under the moonlight like every devout werewolf and explore the path of fate like every rigorous prophet. I’ll treat all faith with caution. Isn’t that enough?”
I had to admit that she made a lot of sense.
But at the sa ti, it was also very unconventional. If the stubborn elders in the Council of Elders had heard what Dorothy said, they would have clamored to destroy this ‘blaspher’.
“But how can one person worship two gods be considered pious?” I mumbled, “Shouldn’t faith be one’s heart and soul?”
Dorothy suddenly blinked slyly and said rather embarrassedly, “Actually, I was just thinking about this when you suddenly asked . Of course, I have so doubts too, but this is enough for the current . Maybe after another nineteen years, my ntality will change again? Intelligent creatures are so fickle!”
My unintentional question caused my good friend to have such a complicated reaction. I felt deeply guilty. Just as I was about to apologize, Dorothy suddenly stopped as if she could read my mind.
“What about you? Selma, why do you want to apologize to again? Did you realize that you’ve been apologizing to all day?
“As a courtesy, I’ll also say sothing to you – be more confident in yourself. My girl, sotis your power is greater than you think.
“Don’t take your kindness too lightly. To those who love you, this is a priceless treasure.”
I had never seen such a dazzling side of Dorothy. If she was a star hidden behind the clouds and buried by the moonlight in the past, she was now a bird flying high in the sky under the sun.
I realized that I had the ntality of a ‘mother chicken’, looking down at the infinite sky, the young eagle chirping, and the wind sending us to the place of hope that was infinitely far away. Everyone had their fate. I could provide help, but why should I be so self-righteous and try to control everything?
“Okay.” I chuckled like Dorothy. “So, my dear prophet, when can we eat a cake that makes people dream good dreams? Maybe we can pick so berries for the stuffing?”
Dorothy pounced on and tickled , grumbling in dissatisfaction, “Hey! You’re not allowed to copy !”
We laughed and ran away.
Behind us, the grass was lush, and hummingbirds were chirping.
Dorothy’s grandmother was a little fierce. She did not have the slightest bit of politeness for her guests. Or rather, she had no manners at all. From the mont she entered the room, she didn’t even ask for my na. Instead, she just rudely waved her hand and shouted, “Who is this? Don’t casually bring so shady little b*stards into the house! I don’t want my house to beco a breeding ground for little traitors.”
Gosh! That was very impolite!
I was just about to retort when I heard Dorothy say coldly, “It’s my freedom to invite friends to my house. If you don’t like it, then please leave. And this is my mother’s house, not yours.”
“What did you just say?” The white-haired old lady said in disbelief, “The heavens have been overturned! You dare talk to like that! You little satan’s b*stard. I think you’re itching for a beating!”
As she spoke, she pulled out a bundle of tightly intertwined wool needles from the ssy pair of yarn on the sofa and waved it at Dorothy.
This was too much!
I subconsciously tried to stop the fight but accidentally beca the scapegoat for the violence. The knitting needles weren’t that thick or heavy, but they were like whips sared with chilli water, causing to feel a piercing pain.
These were not ordinary knitting needles!
After looking at it, I realized that the knitting needles were silver. Dorothy’s grandmother held the end tightly wrapped in wool, so she was not injured.
Dorothy anxiously checked the red burn on my arm. “Selma, are you alright? We have to go to the hospital as soon as possible. Wounds caused by silver won’t heal so easily, especially now that it’s sumr!”
I didn’t have the ti to care about my small injuries. So instead, I looked at the crazy old woman and shouted angrily, “How could you do this? Dorothy is your biological granddaughter, and you used silver to hit her. Do you want to kill her?!”
Dorothy’s grandmother did not take it to heart and snorted coldly in disdain, “What do you know? Only silver can expel the dirty witch’s blood in her body. She deserves it!”
“I think you’ve gone crazy!” I was extrely angry, but I cald down instead. “I should call the ntal hospital and lock you in for treatnt.”
“You can’t do this!” She roared angrily, “I have to stay and expel the filth from Dorothy!”
She looked serious, as if she really cared about her granddaughter.
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