She wanted to discuss my funds this evening. When I seemed less than pleased about this, she became cagey. My sweet grandmother. I sat at the table, not able to look at her, while she unleashed this mile long lecture. When I protested, and told her that I am well aware of my shortcomings in the budgeting department, and that it doesn't help me when she is constantly bringing it to the forefront, she snapped. She told me that I was ungrateful, and that I needed to learn from my elders. She told me that I was stupid for not listening to her, and that I wasn't trying. She told me that my life would be hell if I didn't save. She weilded a rolled up newspaper at one point, across the table from me. Her eyes were wild, and she was yelling. It's like I never even knew her, now. I never once thought that her meek disposition was capable of storms like this. It was so unfamiliar, that I immediately felt nauseous. My mom came home in the middle of her rants, and I took the opportunity to dismiss myself. I sat cross legged on the floor of the den, and covered myself with the tent of my quilt, and prepared to call Elijah. She came after me, and said: "Are you hiding?" and she tore the quilt off of me, and demanded: "Hug me like you mean it."

So I hugged her and apologized for my difficulties. She said nothing and left.