"Visiting was painful, wasn't it? I'm so sorry."
Mrs. Hazel, the mother of Eva Adams, was in a little tiny frock that reached to her knees, her long slim legs showing a fit nature. She wore her hair in a headband and her freckles shone alongside that beautiful grin, which was indeed so captivating. I sat next to Ethan and Anita, my eyes giving extra notice to the surroundings.
This was a beautiful one-storeyed house. Like the kind, one could see in the movies.
It had a tiny dining hall where we sat, with a table and three chairs, A TV hung above a drawer packed with medals and achievements. There was also some accessories on it. Straight left, a tiny kitchen with a flower-painted door. Two bedrooms opposite the hallway and a door to a balcony which gave a good view of the city.
A rat
