"Older sister, this isn't happening!?!?" she moaned, and then
checked out the doll over on the table. It was still getting older,
and now was looking like some little grannie.
Thinking that she had to get rid of it, Rachel's mother grabbed it
and was going to throw it out, when she felt a shock hit her and
dropped it on the coffee table.
"Hey sis, you feeling okay," Rachel replied as she helped her mom to
a rocking chair. Her mother had quickly passed Rachel in age, and
was now passing into her early fifties. She fanned herself, and
complained about hot flashes, as her blonde hair began to get hints
of white in it. Wrinkles deepened on her face, and her breasts were
sagging a touch.
"Well sis, the change comes to us all I guess. Could you turn on the
air, it's a bit hot in here. Oh, and could you get me my hormone
patches.They do make it a touch easier. You never told me what you
thought of this frosted, new hairstyle of mine.It's a bit shorter,
but easier for someone my age to care for."
"Wait, you can't be getting older, how can this be happening? How am
I going to explain my sis suddenly aging? The gals from the office
are never going to believe this."
"Now my dear, don't ya be a frettin like that, it'll give ya
wrinkles doncha know.Sides, you jess went from a kid to...lemme
see...bein 45...jes moments ago?"
"Nonsense, I've always been your older sis."
"Oh now...there, there...sweetie pie," she rattled as she passed 65," ya know I see you as deareer than me own sis. Yessum, your ol Momma sure nough does."
Deanna now wore a pair of tan polyester slacks on her body, now a few inches shorter, with a long,sleeved button down bright yellow shirt. Her hair was a mix of blonde and white, and hung just down to her shoulders in a shag.Her eyes had two sets of bags beneath them, and she now wore a girdle and support hose. A couple strings of pearls hung on her weathered neck, just below the jowls and sagging cheeks. Her breasts sagged more and more like the deflated melons they had become, as she passed 73.
"Why is ya lookin... like that... at me, eh dearie? Act like ya ain't, seen your... Grannie Deanna... in fer-ever. Weeell, we a still goin... out fer that there...there...that uh.. birthday drink yeah, birthday drink...ya promised? If'n we is...uh dearie, kin we stop an... picks me up some more denture cream?" she asked.
"But you were just so much younger not even moments ago," Rachel moaned.
"Yup, seems like the years...well...there a catchin up ta me," she replied, as horned rimmed silver bifocals on a beaded chain showed on her face. Her hair had now become a shoulder length white perm, and her clothes changed to a purple long sleeved blouse and a blue, floor length, broomstick skirt. "Though, taint any ol day...I kin git out with... ma favrit granddaughter...an celbrate a turnin eighty-eight, eh dearie."
"No I guess not," Rachel replied dumbfounded.
"Now there dearie, if ya...kin git ma shawl...an ma cane...ah think ah kin git... this old bod out fer a bit. That is, if ya... young uns'll... have me?"
"Oh hell, of course we will."
"Weeell, then good...eh yup, good. It's a bit hard... gittin out uh...this here chair. kin ya.. give yeer ol grams... a hand?"
Rachel grasped her mother's gnarled, weathered hands, and helped her up.
She had just helped her sister...er...grams, yeah she was her grams...why had she thought of her as a sister...shuffle out to the car, when she realized she had left her purse in the house.
She ran back in and got it, and the two of them took off to meet Rachel's friends at a local nightspot. Unbeknownst to Rachel though, the doll had managed to get into her purse, and had come along for the ride.