I have a few questions for you."
Following him in, Maureen finally understood why he had retired early in his previous life.
A palm-sized yard was overrun with weeds, giving it a desolate look.
In an area where the grass had not grown, a pole stood supporting dirty clothes belonging to children around the age of ten.
These past few days had all been gloomy; if his grandchildren soiled several sets of clothes a day, there wouldn't be time to dry them after washing.
Having such a child to look after, it was indeed tough for an elderly man.
Without paying close attention, Maureen barely noticed a small boy, around twelve or thirteen, sitting in the overgrown corner of the yard, his back to them, silently watching ants.
Seeing that Maureen's steps had paused and that he was looking in the boy's direction, the eccentric old man frowned.
"This job isn't as easy as you imagine.
