Christy-Assignment #4

My grandmother appeared out of nowhere…
I stood there as I witnessed her particles reassemble themselves into what I know as my grandma. She sprang from the transporter pad, energized by her scientific ingenuity. A spry and uppity seventy-eight year old, she unzipped her leather jacket and fanned herself “I’ll tell you what, I haven’t felt so alive since I visited that palm-reader in ‘84.” She waltzed out of the room and down the hall, pulling me by the hand. On our way to advanced senior-yoga group, we ran into Enrique. While he checked to make sure no one was around, my grandma ran her hand through her hair, tousling it to perfection.
“Hey grandma” he said, in his deep, exotic voice “are you still good for drinks tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you tiger-cub.”
She giggled as we walked away. I heard the excited chatter before we entered the yoga room. It was a sea of spandex-clad regulars.