Lucy had sprawled out on the large featherbed in her great grandmother's and now Piper's room.  She knew she could trust her friend to take care of it as well as she could.  Lucy could recall all the winter nights she'd spent with her Grandma Isadora here in this room with the fire going.  Even though there wwere multiple rooms, when she was younger Lucy would sleep with her.  Her grandmother would often come by to see how Isadora (her mother) and she were getting along, sometimes she even brought food with her.  Isadora was a rather proud and independant woman and it ruffled her feathers a little to be waited on.  Though Lucy coudld tell in her decline that she was losing some of that independance.  She could still do the "important private" things, as she called them.  But it became harder for her to do things like cook herself dinner or keep the house clear of dust.  Fortunately she could hire someone to do these trivial activities.<br/><br/>As Piper brought in more boxes, Lucy felt a cool chill pass through the air.  "Hey, what's it like outside now?"