Based on one of the stories that resulted from a Dramatic Lit class.
"Why won't you go to Florida again?" Jill asked her grandmother, "Last time was great."
"No it wasn't." the grandmother, Diana, replied, "Everyone there was like me, aging, decrepit and wrinkled. I couldn't even get away from them doing what I liked to do. The casinos were full."
Jill sighed over the phone. "You refused to spend time with us at the beach, that was your own problem."
"Exactly. Leave it be." Diana said, pride clear in her tone.
"Why won't you spend time with us?" Jill asked, "You always seem to complain about what happens, no matter where we live, and you never want to be with your kids."
Diana spat out a glob of mucus. "I don't like feeling old." She began to cough.
"Are you alright?" Jill asked, "do you need me to call something for you?"
"NO!" Diana said. "I've just got a slight cold. It's wintertime."
"Alright, if you say so. Call me back if you decide to change your mind, alright?" Jill asked, "we can pick you up if you want."
"From New York City? HA!" Diana began to chuckle. "Talk to you later, Jill. Have fun."
"I will. Love you, Mom." Jill replied.