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This Floor is a Mess (6)

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Chapter 6: Grandmas, Genders and Green

Everyone in the neighbourhood knew Grandma Betty. She was like that one friend who knew everyone in the streets, or that one aunt who knew everyone at the family gathering. She was your typical Great Grandmother: glasses, a shawl always wrapped around her, a cup of tea and biscuits always on the table beside her rocking chair.

She lived in the opposite block, third floor, and was always by the window with a pair of binoculars she absolutely did not need but used anyway. 

She saw everything.

Which is why many people always asked her what was going on.

Every morning, for the past three or four days, she saw the quiet young man - Daniel, as she'd heard - slipping up the back stairs of the apartment building.

Polite. Reserved. Always alone.

"A nice boy," she'd say to herself. "Quite mysterious."

That morning was no different.

Or so she thought.

She lifted her teacup, peered through her window - and nearly spilled the tea.

Daniel was coming down the back stairs wearing his typical hoodie. His hood was up as per usual.

"Oh?" Grandma Betty murmured. "Late start today?"

Usually the boy would come down at 8:30 sharp, but she never knew why.

He reached the bottom step.

Paused.

Then -

The hood slipped back.

Pink hair.

Bright emerald green eyes.

Grandma Betty froze.

"...Oh my."

Her binoculars clattered to the floor.

Her teacup followed.

And with a quiet, scandalised gasp—

She fainted.

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An hour later at the Hospital

Word had spread fast.

"Poor Grandma Betty," the neighbours whispered.
"Collapsed right at the window."
"Must've been the shock."

So of course—

Visitors arrived.

Yor sat by the bedside, hands clasped. "Please rest, Mrs. Betty."

Loid nodded politely. "Stress can do this. I know, after all, I am a doctor."

Franky leaned in. "You alright, Granny?"

Fiona stood stiffly at the foot of the bed.

Yuri hovered like a guard dog.

Grandma Betty slowly opened her eyes.

Everyone leaned forward.

She stared straight ahead.

Then whispered, hoarsely—

"He's a girl."

Silence.

"...What?" Yor asked gently.