Storm POV
"Hey, Mum, did you know about Great-gram's dementia?" I asked when I had a quiet moment. Penny had absconded away with Cloe; Penny was loving wheeling her about. To me, it was like she was showing off her new toy, but Cloe didn't complain, and while Cloe was still smiling, I was okay with what was happening. I knew I had to let Cloe do her own thing, whether I liked it or not.
"Yeah, I was told a little while ago. It doesn't excuse her, because she had been like this for years. It just explains why it has gotten worse lately." Mum had put up with the woman, tolerated her outbursts, and left great-gramps to correct them.
"Cloe has offered to get together every Wednesday and be with her, while Great-gramps goes fishing with his buddies." I still have mixed feelings about this.
