Granny says my teen years flew by faster than any of the others in our family. Perhaps it's just that there was so much less to juggle for them all and time slipped past without making itself known.
I do have the distinction of being the only Classic to accomplish her LTW (bottomless nectar cellar) while still a teen, so I feel quite good about that!
Grandma Eden has taken to upgrading my nectar makers while I'm in them. It's a little unsettling.
I am on the honor roll at school. I enjoy academics well enough, but honestly I like to simply excel wherever I am asked to apply myself.
Secretly, I wished many times over to become a pop star. Oh, I know what you're thinking. Champagne, you're simply not "cool." You have to be "cool" to be a pop star. But ever since I sang with my virtuoso grandmother at the karaoke bar when I was a child, I've known I'm a natural. But alas, it isn't to be.
And anyway, I was cool enough to be elected prom queen. Though the girls at school say it is because I'm regal. Like a queen. Not because I'm popular.
My mother has had a bit of a midlife crisis. In the obsessive working out, however, she did manage to accomplish her supermax.
The grandmothers got into my cellar and overindulged. Sometimes they're like a gaggle of children rather than grannies.
They have been speculating on the future quite a lot. What will we do after all is said and done? Head to the tropics? To the city? To the bayou? There's an endless world of possibility for the second lives the Watcher promised if we accomplish our goal.
Silvia Correa died. Grandma Eden handled it well enough. She said Silvia had been there through lifetimes and we'd take care of her as she'd taken care of us. When the time comes.
Granny had a talking to with Death. We don't know what was said.
Later, she was visited by another presence. One she's never met before. She said it was Life.
They spoke as well.
And now we all feel a little jumpy. Who else is checking in on us here at the end?
And how can we retain our patience in the final years of our challenge. It's not much of a challenge for me, obviously, but for some of us ...
Dad worries about Mom's crisis and finally talked her into getting some therapy. Then let her beat him soundly at horseshoes.
My birthday sneaked up on us. On most of us. Eden remembered and had a cake ready.
I sparkled so brightly I shone. It felt like one of Grandma Eden's sunlight spells.
And then I sprouted up a few inches and morphed into an awful outfit, and Grandma Rosetta cried out, "Oh mercy, she got the Hair!"
So, I decided I would chop it all off. All the Classic ladies have long hair. I thought perhaps I'd go against convention. What do you think?
