Grandfather Lester was now certain things were not alright. He turned himself and faced Anna. Her eyes were more reddened and she turned her back on him quickly.
“It's too late Anna. Don't even think of hiding your face anymore. What is wrong here?” Old man Lester demanded. He knew the kind of sudden serenity that descended on this mansion wasn't just normal.
Anna sighed softly, cleaned her tears and turned to face her father. She sniffled and said “You need to rest father. I'll take you to your room now”
“No. I'm not going to rest until I know what's wrong in this house. I'm the eldest member of this family and I should know what is happening each time” Old man Lester declared.
Does he look like a child that needs to be tattered to sleep? Can't he decide when to rest and when he needs
