A middle aged woman stood by the door. She was slightly obese and something about her was strikingly resembling to her late daughter. Her grey hair were short and hung on either sides of her neck.
"Yes? . . . How may I help you?" Her voice was feeble.
"We are extremely sorry to disturb you." Cee spoke as we made our way back to the porch. "Good evening, I am Cecelia Parker and this is Katherine Grayson. We are from Portland High in Northwest Portland and we work for our school's E-zine. Would it be okay if we ask you a few questions about Daphne?" Cee spoke with utter genuineness.
The woman contemplated for a minute, probably wondering whether to turn us down or invite us in. "Come inside." She spoke as she let us in.
