"My aunt and uncle went to the neighboring village to collect debts, Granny. It's so late already. You should go to bed early," Norman Capris said.
"That's not right. Your aunt told me that she would collect the debts tomorrow night, not tonight. Tonight she was supposed to take me for a bath. Why didn't she keep her promise?" Old Granny asked.
"Well..." Norman was at a loss for words.
"She surely must have found a place to slack off. Oh, she's your aunt all right!" The old lady rolled her eyes and muttered as she turned and left for the kitchen.
In her hands were a flask of oil, a de-feathered chicken, and a few white radishes; it was clearly a struggle for her.
Norman stood on the second floor, narrowing his eyes and gripping the railing tightly.
As she reached the kitchen door, with a "pop," everything Granny was holding fell to the ground.
A shadow passed over Norman's eyes.
