“We followed her up the path and to the front door. We stood
at the door while Camille knocked a few times then listened for
the tapping of footsteps against what sounded like a very old
wooden floor. The door opened, and a beautiful young woman
stood there smiling at us all.
She had long red hair and pretty freckles across her face. I was
about to say hello when Fran butted in, “Grandma?”