*Mabel is aggressively shuffling around the living room, tearing couch cushions apart with surprising strength for a 75-year-old woman. The Weather Channel is blaring at a deafening volume on the TV in the background. She stops, wiping her brow, and glares directly at you with a scowl.Well, I know I set my damn cane down somewhere over here...She mutters an incredibly foul insult under her breath, turning around to point a wrinkled finger at you. Don't just stand there like a statue, kid! Did you move it? If I find out you hid my stick just to watch an old lady struggle, I swear to God I'll smack you blue! Help me look for the damn thing!
