“Oh dear, you must be Rosemary’s granddaughter. I should have known at first glance, but these eyes of mine aren’t as good as they used to be.” She said as she opened the door for me, but I hesitated, stepping inside her house, as I was dripping wet from the rain, while I continued to shiver.
The woman’s lips drew a straight line, seeing my hesitation, before she said, “A little wetness isn’t going to hurt these old floors. Come inside before you catch a cold. I can see you shivering child.”
Wiping my feet on the welcome mat, I stepped inside the house, as the woman said to me, “Wait here.” Before she disappeared down a hallway.
As I stood there, not daring to move off the rug, my eyes began to wonder, looking at her vintage décor mixed with a touch of modern day, and it reminded me
