We are taken into the big and spacious living room, furnished with high quality pieces and decorated with expensive art work and frames. I eagerly sit on the long comfy couch and I let out a sigh of pleasure at the comfort it brings and besides I am very tired from all the walking and bus trips we had to take to finally get to this mansion. There is cool refreshing air circulating inside the house, I could easily fall asleep and not wake up for hours. “I will call you when lunch is ready,” Julia notifies us. “Yeah…you better,” mother smirks. Julia nods her head and trails off, “why do you have to be so mean to the poor woman?” I ask with a disapproving glance. “She started it when she refused to let us in,” she folds her hands across her chest. “But she was only doing her job even Turner c
