““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?””
