Before Aunt Ane could give her an answer, a voice from behind had represented her. With his voice that was quite heavy and so suddenly, the man answered Cleo's statement on behalf of Aunt Ane.
"It's useless asking her. She won't answer you, " a baritone voice answered which made Cleo turn to him.
"Are you home?" Cleo asked in surprise.
Harry didn't answer. Instead, he discussed something else.
"She's mute," Harry exclaimed curtly, concisely and incoherently.
Cleo frowned. Trying to digest Harry's words. Mute? Who?
When the next second Cleo shifted her gaze to Aunt Ane and then Harry alternately, Cleo finally understood.
"Is she mute? Aunt Ane?" Cleo asked to make sure.
Harry didn't budge. Making Cleo think of it as a "yes" answer to her question.
"Why didn't you say it from the start?" Cleo asked Harry.
Harry seemed to be weighing something, "Did you ask me?" he asked. Hah?
