Chapter 245: The East Wing
After Grandmother Halton finished instructing the florist, she set down the phone with a satisfied sigh. The wilting funeral flowers still lay on the table, but they no longer seemed to bother her. If anything, she looked at them with something like triumph.
"If there's no problem anymore, let me excuse myself, Grandmother Halton."
I started to stand, ready to gather my things and head home. But Grandmother Halton reached across the table and placed her hand on mine.
"Not so fast, child." Her eyes twinkled. "There's something I want to show you."
I hesitated. "Grandmother, I really should get home. My mother is waiting..."
"Your mother can wait." She stood, using her walking stick for support, and smiled down at me. "This won't take long. And I promise, you'll want to see it."
Curiosity tugged at me. Grandmother Halton rarely made such promises.
"What is it?"
