"Richard? Richard!" Madame Dame yelled , yanking at my hand.
"Boy, where did you go? Been calling you for some time now" she said, as my attention returned to the present.
Against all resolve, I forced myself to face her, streak lines of her tears were still visible, her eyes still red and puffy and I realized, she hadn't been crying only minutes or seconds ago, and that was why she had on a bonnet.
She had aimed at hiding it, but the real question was, who was she talking about? Who was taken away from her? Who was she grieving?
"I'm so sorry about that, I recalled a rather emotional memory and I'm afraid lost myself in the whims of it's melancholy. But please, who were you talking about? Who was taken away from you? Did anyone from the Dame family die?" I asked.
