No one would accuse Patricia of being evil but the way she seemed to treat them removing their limbs needed a steel stomach. 'Once their dead of course.'
Her grandchildren loved to watch as each time she would tell them a story whether it be a mixture of about cooking, the weather brewing from way over the horizon or fires that swept through in the dead-of-night.
Their wide eyes kept her pulling out the limbs 'And once washed, place them around in a circle.'
Patricia played many "different" games with them on the large imposing table.
When the children were 'round, they would play too and they loved the weirdness of Grandma's games - 'Games with the bones.'
Particularly when a storm was coming and the lightning strikes flashed streaks across the table surface and heightened the shadows of the various size and shapes of the chicken bones and when the thunder clapped, Grandma would slap the table making everything jump.
The children would gasp then, roar with laughter.