His voice was somewhat sudden, even a little frightening, cold as it was, colder than the night, as he stood at the entrance. A step forward, and he was in the brightly lit room, behind him lay endless darkness.
His whole being seemed enveloped in coldness, yet the way he looked at Matilda Jenkins carried a warmth that hadn't completely cooled.
Both Matilda Jenkins and Mrs. Morrison froze for a moment, but she quickly responded, standing up rapidly, and ran towards Nolan Morrison like a little bird.
Before she reached him, he extended his hand toward her.
Matilda Jenkins placed her paw into it, smiling and asking, "Are you done being busy?"
After Nicholas Morrison's death, everything inside and outside the house fell on Nolan Morrison's shoulders. Everyone says the dead are to be respected, and especially someone like Nicholas Morrison, who was quite renowned in the local area. The funeral, of course, couldn't be casual.
