I tilted my head and smiled sweetly. "An old friend? How do I know your old friend, Mrs. Anderson?"
"My old friend's Luisa. I haven't seen her for a long time. I miss her very much."
Those were touching words, but I didn't see any emotion on Jessica's face.
I knew Granny Luisa.
Granny Luisa often called Anderson in her nightmares.
After a deep breath, I said timidly, "I don't know her."
"Well, it doesn't matter. I appreciate your embroidery. Do you want to work in my studio?"
Speaking, she pushed a business card to me.
"If that's all, see you then."
I didn't take the business card. I took Mr. Carroll's hand and left.
Downstairs, I looked back at upstairs with lingering fear.
Carroll took off his cap and asked, "Are you afraid of her?"
I nodded, "She
