After spending our entire walk with three songs we finally reached our house. He opens the gate for me and locks it when I get in.
While he is fixing the lock on the gate I ask him,"Why did I not see you here the last time I went here?" he shrugged.
"I was in the woods. Gathering some logs to have a bonfire at night and lit the chimney because grandma told me that we have visitors."
Reasonable enough, I have not scanned yet all the photo albums that I got. Maybe Lynda has pictures there aside from her and my mother's photos.
I went first inside and Lynda looked at me with a surprised expression. "I did not expect you to visit," she is wearing her sleeping attire, "It is already late, what is your business here?"
Confused by her reaction,"Your grandson, Stephen. Told me that you are… expecting me?" I do not like the vibes that I am getting, something is wrong again.
