My aunt will be down presently Mr.Nuttel. In the mean time you talk with me.
It is very kind of you to wait with me.
Do you know any of the people around here?
Hardly a soul,But my Sister lived here Four years ago...
Then you practically know nothing about my aunt. Her great tragedy happened three years ago.
Uh! Tragedy?
It's quite warm for this time of year.
You might wonder why we keep these French doors open on such a cold afternoon.
Out through those doors three years ago to a day my Aunt's husband and her son's went shootingand never came back.Their bodies were never recovered that was the worst part of it.
Poor aunt thinks they will come back one day.They and a brown Labrador lost with themwalking as they used too.She spends hours sitting and waiting, watching through the open doors. She won't let it be closed until it's dark outside
