Slowly by slowly, Phoebe's jaw dropped as the old woman displayed behaviors she had never seen before. The always refined and elegant matriarch of the Saxon family could actually accurately pass for a commoner so well.
[Who is she? Can she even finish all this food?]
Grandma Saxon read Phoebe's thoughts and she chuckled.
The old woman stretched her arms and cracked her neck as if she was warming up for a marathon. The more that she behaved like this, the more Phoebe was frightened.
Her thoughts were still scattered when the food varieties were delivered to their table. Grandma Saxon further shocked Phoebe by taking a large sip of the beer first and exhaling loudly.
"That's the taste." she said to herself. She then set out on a food eating marathon like she was so familiar with it.
Phoebe watched Grandma Saxon devour the food as if she had been starving. She couldn't help but wonder why the wealthy old woman had left the house without eating anything. To anyone watching, the assumption was that the poor woman had probably been starving all day.
"If i didn't know better, i would think she was soone else." she muttered.
"What did you say young lady?" Grandma Saxon asked.
"Nothing." Phoebe replied.
"Two more beers." Grandma Saxon grabbed a passing server girl and made an order.
"Oh my God!" Phoebe exclaid.
[Is she on a mission to go ho drunk?]
"Grandma is it safe for you to drink? Maybe we should stop here and go to that police station."
"What's your na?" the old woman changed the subject quickly as she had no plans of going to any police station.
"I am Phoebe. What about you grandma?"
"Prudence Sa...uhm...Pru...just call Pru." Grandma Saxon almost blew her cover by revealing her na.
Phoebe who already knew her full na was Prudence Saxon laughed. "That's a lovely na Grandma Pru, and i still think we have eaten and drunk enough. It's already late, you need to get ho and rest. If you won't go to the police, at least let get you a taxi and send you ho."
Grandma Saxon raised one of her hands, reached across the table and pinched one of Phoebe's cheeks, finding the young woman lovely. She had put on a fake show that her bag had been stolen. In all this she wanted to study Phoebe's character and so far she liked the young lady even more.
She was so kind and generous even to strangers. David would be lucky to get her for a wife. Phoebe was the type of woman she believed would make a great wife for her grandson.
The old woman reverted back to her original sad self. "My grandson's birthday is in two days, it will be too late to knit anything for him if i don't start tonight. What am i going to do?" She wailed.
Phoebe sighed. Of course she didn't believe the fictional story but if she played along, it would end faster.
"Let's go grandma, i will help you with that too. Take it as a treat from a kind stranger."
The woman righted herself imdiately and smiled like a con artist.
"Okay."
Phoebe paid money and both of them took a taxi to a shopping mall. On reaching a store that sold yarn, the old woman's acting picked up speed.
"Wow!" Grandma Saxon pretended to be shocked on seeing the rolls. The store only imported so of the best quality of yarn, it was expensive too.
Phoebe ca to this shop specifically because she was aware that grandma Saxon was a regular custor, seeing her pretend to be impressed caused her to laugh.
"Grandma pick whatever yarn you want I'll pay for it." Phoebe told her and she thought she saw her wipe a tear but she wasn't sure.
Grandma Saxon sniffled and thanked Phoebe for having a good heart. "The man that will marry you will be one lucky fellow."
Shaking her head Phoebe told Grandma Saxon that she was never getting married again.
"Again? Were you married before?" She almost took the glasses off just to have a better look at Phoebe.
"Uhmm...no..but i don't think marriage is not for ." Phoebe stamred.
Her words however left Grandma Saxon unsettled because she wanted David to get married as soon as possible. She wanted a grandkid or two maybe and Phoebe was telling her that marriage wasn't ant her?
She remained quiet picked out a few yarn, after Phoebe paid for them they left. It was clear to Phoebe that since the marriage topic, the old woman's enthusiasm had dampened.
"Are you alright grandma Pru? I want to buy you so groceries that you can take ho." Phoebe tried to study her face.
Shaking her head, grandma Saxon announced that she was tired and was going ho.
"It was lovely seeing you again Phoebe." She lowered her head and began to walk away.
"Again ha!" Phoebe mumbled and chuckled. She rushed and held the old woman's hand. She put so money into it and told her to get ho safely.
Phoebe watched Grandma Saxon enter a waiting black cab, she entered one to and told the driver to follow the black one.
When the black cab ca to a stop, grandma Saxon who had removed the scarf and shades stepped out and entered an expensive car that was owned by the Saxons.
After confirming that it was her indeed, Phoebe requested the driver to take her to the Cerene Apartnts. With the long tireso and interesting day she'd, all she wanted was to dive into bed.
****
At the Mayfair residence, the house was covered by a cloud of gloom which had lasted all day. The princess of the house had refused to eat or drink anything. Ruth had remained indoors the entire day without talking to anyone. Her parents were losing their minds with worry.
They were taking turns pleading for her to let them in and it was Jennie's turn.
"Ruthie sweetie open up and talk to us, what is wrong? How long do you think you are going to stay in there, please my baby let us in." She pleaded for what seed like the hundredth ti, her husband Edward stood behind her massaging her tense shoulders.
"Maybe we should try again tomorrow honey, she doesn't even want to see her grandmother so what makes you think that she will let us in." Edward was tired, his feet were sore. After a long day at work he had co ho only to find this drama.
Jennie who was displeased by his words turned to face him. "What is that supposed to an? I am her mother!"
She heard the rattling of plates and noticed that Ophelia was still standing there with a tray of food which Ruth had refused to eat.
"Take that food away." Jennie ordered Ophelia. Her tone was a little stern as she was exhausted and hungry herself.
Collin almost bumped into Ophelia in the hallway, he asked why everyone looked so down and Ophelia told him everything.
He handed his briefcase to a maid and proceeded to check on the situation.
"This is the result of babying her too much." Collin stated. In as much as Ruth was the last born child and they all loved her, Collin always cautioned his parents to use a firm hand at tis.
"Don't say that, sothing must have happened to her." Jennie sniveled.
"Alright mother, let try." Collin banged on the door strongly. "Ruth, open up. If you don't I'll break down the door." He issued a threat which didn't work.
He thought deeply of sothing that could get her to open the door voluntarily and ca up with an idea. "Ruth David is here, I'll tell him to leave if you won't see....." Before he could complete his statent, the door flew open.
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