Georgie couldn’t remember much about her grandmother, Carol’s mom. She’d died when Georgie was six. But Georgie remembered the way her grandmother smelled like menthol cigarettes and how it sounded funny when she said Carol, putting a strong emphasis on the first syllable of the name, exhaling it in a nasal huff. She seemed to be a different species altogether from Carol. Georgie could tell, even as a child, that Carol never wanted to take her and Berty to the nursing home for their twice-yearly visits.
Wait, this doesn't make sense. Berty is five. Which means Georgie is almost ten years older. If her grandmother died when she was six, Berty wouldn't have been born yet.
