"I will be down in 5 minutes!" shouted Mrs Hawthorne from upstairs.
"Make yourself comfortable." A tall girl, who had a small, petite
frame, with curves in the right places (which made her look older than
she obviously was), was all of a sudden standing nest to me. Her
blonde hair was long and polka straight and was swept to one side with
a middle parting. "Come, come into our humble home. My name is Lilly."
She said as she gestured towards the living room.
"Would you like a drink, tea, coffee?" "No thank you, I'm fine." I
walked into the living room, which was very cosy especially with the
log fire- which was burning brightly. I sat down in an over-sized
chair right next to the fire. After a few minutes I was thoroughly
warmed up. I started to look around the room; it was filled with
family photos and bookshelves filled to the brim with leather bound
books and delicate ornaments.
