James Churchill let out a light laugh, perhaps Elly herself hadn't noticed how intense the sadness in her eyes was when she said that sentence "There had never been a beginning between him and me."
Elly Campbell pushed open the door of the café, and from a distance, she saw the Old Lady of the Jones Family sitting in a nondescript corner of the coffee shop, waving at her.
"Grandma."
As she approached, Elly called out softly and sat down opposite the Old Lady.
The Old Lady was almost eighty years old, her hair already grizzled, and she was wearing black-framed reading glasses with a white women's leisure suit. She appeared energetic and exuded an intellectual charm.
It had been over four years since they'd last met, and when Elly saw her again, the feeling of closeness hadn't become unfamiliar because of the four-year separation. The Old Lady felt the same.
The Old Lady watched Elly with a smile, seemingly very happy.
