In the Forests of New France
You mount the single step to the rather rough, unpainted wooden door quickly and easily. You rap on it a few times with your knuckles, and wait for the response.
You wait some time, before finally a shriveled old woman comes to the door. She looks piqued, and you fumble briefly for words.
"Uh, excuse me, ma'am..." Your voice trails off. She pauses, and looks up at you.
"Jacques' friend, aren't you?"
"Mrs. Fleurry?" The woman laughs.
"No, my boy. Her mother. They've finally brought be down here."
"Oh." You're not really quite sure what to say, and stand quietly, wrinkling the edge of your shirt in your hands awkwardly.
"It's all right," she finally cuts in. "He's out back."
Thanking her, you go around behind the house to where you heard the sound of wood being chopped.
You wait some time, before finally a shriveled old woman comes to the door. She looks piqued, and you fumble briefly for words.
"Uh, excuse me, ma'am..." Your voice trails off. She pauses, and looks up at you.
"Jacques' friend, aren't you?"
"Mrs. Fleurry?" The woman laughs.
"No, my boy. Her mother. They've finally brought be down here."
"Oh." You're not really quite sure what to say, and stand quietly, wrinkling the edge of your shirt in your hands awkwardly.
"It's all right," she finally cuts in. "He's out back."
Thanking her, you go around behind the house to where you heard the sound of wood being chopped.