The woman was quiet. She shone the torchlight again making it rest on aunt Rose, it was very obvious she still didn't know who aunt Rose was, but aunt Rose recognized her perfectly. Denzel stood and was watching in amazement.
" I am really sorry, I am quite old and frail now, I do not remember a lot of things this days " the woman confessed weakly. She was a nurse and attended to so many women in the past, perhaps one of the women she had helped to successfully deliver their babies, so the woman thought.
" Nurse Guinevere, the royal tulips " aunt Rose said again still in excitement. Her voice was extremely Sharp, that for a moment Denzel thought within himself that the woman had forgotten her predicament. It was more complicated as they remained standing at the door for almost fifteen minutes.
" Perhaps we could at least go inside of the house and talk properly. It's still too early to be standing out here. " Denzel chipped in.
