“How did you survive the attack “
Grandma Elise has been quiet since he and Alex came to sit under the Oak tree at the back of the big house. Her mind was so full of questions but her tongue so heavy to speak and her mouth so hard to ask. Alex has also been mute; he knew there was a sack full of curiosity within him to empty; but he was waiting for the old woman to clear her mind first and not burden her with anything she doesn’t want to say. Her first question made his heart smile and hurt at the same time. His memories pushed their image into his eyes, and it watered over.
