Then she laughed again. No wonder the old lady is in such good health, walking briskly.
People unaware of her age would think she is in her sixties or seventies, much younger than her actual age.
She lowered her head to continue eating. After lunch, she sat in the hall reading the newspaper, catching up on real-time news.
At two in the afternoon, there was a commotion outside the Villa House, accompanied by the sound of a car engine. Tracy knew they were back.
Sure enough, minutes later the old lady's laughter echoed. Her voice was full of energy: "You brat, who told you to keep letting me win? It's no fun. I didn't have enough today. Tomorrow, let's go again, and no letting me win! Don't treat me like I'm an old lady in my seventies or eighties. Play me like you would anyone else!"...
Lorraine Hanson seemed quiet, but Sola Park chimed in, "Mom, you're eighty-two, not twenty-eight. Be careful with your health, don't tire yourself out..."
