Allison In For War.

Turning swiftly to face the source of the commotion, I was taken aback to find Grandma Adaline sitting in her usual chair in the living room before me, her normally gentle demeanor replaced by a look of intense anger.

"Grandma, how could you do that? Why would you throw a glass cup at me?" I exclaimed, my shock shown in my voice as I struggled to comprehend her actions. Why would she do this? I wondered to myself. "Do you want to get me killed?" I asked, trying to get over the shock.

Rising from her chair with the aid of her walking stick, Grandma Adaline's stature seemed to grow in my eyes. I never would have imagined her capable of such a display of strength and aggression as hovering a glass over someone her age.

Her voice filled with anger as she confronted me: "How could you instruct your secretary to forcibly confine Allison in her room and leave her battered and bruised?"

Grandma Adaline's eyes blazed with fury and disbelief as she confronted me, her words cutting through the t