The house hasn't changed at all, at least according to her memory it hasn't... the dark bricks looked dirtier than before, the entirety of Watery Lane was oddly frozen in time. All that's changed is the fact that Sylvia is now an adult.
Sylvia has to stop herself from running her gloved hand along the flower wallpaper. It is yellowed, a sign of its old age and she could nearly see the memories of running through the kitchen. "John, is that you?" Sylvia recognizes this voice and nearly runs toward it.
"Aunt Polly!" Sylvette exclaims and Polly looks as if she were imagining the young girl reappearing.
She squints at Sylvia, "Is that who I think it is? Sylvette?" The brunette nods and Polly brings her in for a hug. "When did you return?" Her voice is muffled against Sylvia's shoulder as John takes her bag.
"Just this morning, I got off the boat and had sponges for legs." Polly laughs and holds Sylvia's face between her hands.
Polly's eyes ran over every feature on Sylvia's face, "My goodness, you're as pretty as your mother was." Sylvia smiles even wider, her brows coming together at the bittersweetness of the statement. Polly's eyes widen, "You must be famished, come, sit! Sit!" She releases Sylvia and pushes her toward a chair at the table.
Sylvia begins removing her coat, the house being a bit warmer than the crisp afternoon air. "Oh, allow me." Polly took the long traveling coat from the young woman and hands it up. Sylvia didn't miss the confusion on John's face before he left the kitchen.
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