<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><u>Sabine</u></span></span></span></i><br/><br/>As the Jeep came up the gravel road, it was clear just who was inside. Although she did not see very well, Sabine had no questions about who waited for her. Sure, it could have been a visitor for one of the few others that lived in the home but she knew it was not so. Although she had not been told when to expect her grandson, the older woman knew exactly when she would see him.<br/><br/>Her gaze did not change as the vehicle stopped, nor did her expression. She watched the woman who got out of the Jeep first with little interest.<i>A girlfriend? Perhaps. </i>She'd be just as bad as Rivers, Sabine assumed. Still, she did not waver and when Rivers finally emerged from the Jeep, the only change that could be seen was a slight lift of her chin - a sign of superiority.<br/><br/>Her hands rested now on a cane in front of her, one over the other. She made no signs of movement and used the cane as a symbol. Of what, only she could really know but Sabine had a way about her that made those around her quiver.<br/><br/>"Boy," she responded shortly. There was no sense in mincing words. "Well? Get up here and sit down. I am not going to raise the level of my voice for your comfort." The tone of her voice left no room for question or debate. Sabine's gaze fell on the woman. "You brought your girlfriend? For protection, I imagine." She made a noise and shifted slightly now. For the first time, her age showed. It was only a few seconds but the weariness of her bones affected her movement.<br/><br/>The aide was quick to bring over sweet tea for the group. Sabine did not touch hers though made a point to keep it close. Whether or not she wanted it, it was<i>hers.</i><br/><br/>"I'll keep this short and to the point. I'm dying."