Oh, Marnie.

She left us too soon. Or did she? she'd been old, after all, living in shock. She could finally join her husband and daughter in the ground, bliss. Except; one of them would be old, and the other two would look- youthful. But, that meant Anna was all alone. Until they pawed her off to you, her aunt, and in such short notice a toddler was left in your hands. And all she wanted to talk about was Marnie, as you expected. But, since you'd made amends with your mother before death, you could so happily provide.

"What was granny like when she was young?" Anna asked, sitting in bed.