Iseult's mother's home.
~Folks~
"16 years ago, Iseult's father and I went to Winchester in England to spend few days at his mother's place. She was sick, and you were at the boarding school back then--"
She nodded towards Iseult, who had her left finger intertwined with Devin Snr, who had both hands on his lap. Both seated on a couch, opposite Iseult's mother's.
The woman continued,
"Turned out she wasn't suffering from Cancer, she only had a tumor hiding in her brain, but lucky enough it was removed and she got fine."
She did the usual pause and continued,
"Since there was no hurry for us to go home. Your dad was a priest back then and headed a small church before he was laid off. I never knew Priest were ever laid off."
She chuckled wryly and continued,
"We went hiking since we had few days at hand; we've only spent few days off our weeks. And beside a hill in a dead cold snowing winter
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