They came into a large room that must have been a back parlor in the old days. Another fireplace, now containing a space heater cranked up to full blast, was positioned on the back wall. The bedroom that had once been a dining room must be Annie’s since, from the look of her, she couldn’t get upstairs to save her life. What appeared to be a large country-style kitchen with fairly new appliances opened off the rear of the room.
“Pardon my sittin’.” It was a tiny, breathy voice coming from a skinny, white-haired woman wearing bright pink sweats and sitting in a chair that was a bit too big for her. As she spoke she used a hand control to bring the chair into a more upright position. “If’n Miss Grace hadn’t helped me get this chair, I wouldn’t be able to get up a’tall.”
“Don’t bother gettin
