“Can I go in to see Grandma?”
“No, Billie, she’s changing at the moment.”
“Will it take long?”
“Give it an hour or so, hon.”
That hour seemed interminable to Billie, but eventually Mom checked the clock and jerked her head towards the sitting room.
The wrinkled creature in the chair smiled, opening her arms, and Billie leapt onto her lap.
“You look real funny, Grandma,” said Billie, wide-eyed.
“So do you, dear,” said Grandma, brushing Billie’s fur out of his eyes and kissing his paws. “But when you get as old as me, you’ll look like this too.”