Melody’s POV
“Melody, my dear girl!” I was immediately wrapped into a hug by the old man. Alvin Thatcher was in his eighties now, gray hair speckled with white marking him as human along with his wrinkles and weathered appearance.
His tweed coat was wrinkled from the long trip, a weathered brown suitcase by his side. “I am so sorry about the key!” I slowly let go of Alvin and stepped back, picking up the man’s suitcase.
“No bother, no bother at all my dear girl. I’m just sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. The plane had been delayed in Chicago and then the blasted rental car I had ordered did not have the wheel on the right like requested; but your dear old uncle is here now!” Alvin smiled brightly and stepped inside the house. “Ah, and who might this be?” Alvin looked behind me to the en
