"Oh, hello Emmelyn. This is my old friend," said Grandma Isabelle when she saw Emmelyn enter through the door. "You can call her Grandma Thessalis."
Emmelyn went out all day to find news about her other relatives. From her murky expression, Isabelle Sovie could deduce that Emmelyn didn't get good news. So, she didn't ask Emmelyn what happened with her search.
"Oh, hello, nice to meet you, Grandma Thessalis. My name is Emmelyn Rosehill." Emmelyn nodded her head slightly to the old woman sitting next to Isabelle.
The woman she called Grandma Thessalis wore a black robe and her face looked really pale, in contrast to her all-black outfit. Her bony fingers clutched tightly to a small pouch on her lap.
Emmelyn wondered what was so valuable in the pouch that she held it so tightly like it contained golds.
