Their base of operations was the sunroom, tucked away behind a suspiciously large collection of oversized ferns. Martha, the eldest at eighty-four, was the mastermind. With her sharp eyes and even sharper wit, she could spot a security flaw in the facility’s Wi-Fi from across the room. She sat in her floral-print armchair, a tablet hidden inside a hollowed-out book of Victorian poetry.
Martha closed her poetry book with a satisfied thud. "Excellent. Now, let’s go downstairs and look appropriately frail. I believe it’s lime Jell-O night." nasty mature grannies
The "Nasty Knitters" weren't your average retirement home residents. While the other seniors at Silver Oaks were busy playing bingo or complaining about the lukewarm tea, Martha, Gertrude, and Beatrice—known collectively as the "Granny Gang"—were busy running a sophisticated, underground operation that would make most tech-savvy teenagers blush. Their base of operations was the sunroom, tucked