Martha’s POV
Sarah and I stood in front of the Sorin’s house with our mouths open. I don’t know what we were expecting to find –but this wasn’t it. It was a mansion. Not literally –I guess it was a mini mansion.
“Whoa,” Sarah managed.
I shook my head and made my way to the doorstep, ringing the doorbell.
“Martie? Sarah? Is that you?” Mary’s voice rang through the entry. “I’ll be right there.”
“Intercom,” Sarah mumbled. “That’s fancy.”
Seconds later the large wooden door opened to reveal Lauren and an older women standing next to her.
“Hey, Martha,” Lauren smiled. “Sarah! Nice to see both of you again! Come on in.”
We entered into a grand entry way.
“This is my mom,” Lauren introduced us.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sorin. Thank you for letting us get ready here.” I shook her hand and Sarah did the same.
“You are always welcome,” she greeted us. “So far away from home, both of you; my home is your home.”
“Such a great host,” Mary laughed as she entered down the winding spiral staircase. She gave the two of us hugs before escorting us to her bedroom. Lauren followed.
“This house is beautiful!” I said as we walked through the upstairs hallway. Picture frames filled the walls.
“Oh my goodness. Lauren, is that you?” Sarah had stopped suddenly and was pointing to a picture on the wall.
Lauren must have known what picture she was looking at because when I turned around to see her expression she was laughing.
“That’s me all right!”
Sarah seemed confused, “But you aren’t very old at all. And that is Ogge, isn’t it?”
Finally, I looked at the picture she was pointing at. It was clearly Lauren, just about seven years younger. She looked about seven; and there was a boy kissing her on the cheek. That’s when I realized it was Ogge. He looked around ten.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, taken back.
