Four words left Grandmother stunned in place.
Grandmother instinctively reached to adjust the reading glasses on her face, only to realize she wasn't wearing any at all.
For a moment, Grandmother couldn't help but doubt whether, without the glasses, her ears were mishearing things too.
"Not sure?" Luckily, Grandmother was someone who had weathered many storms and quickly gathered herself, repeating Thea Lynch's words.
"Hmm."
Thea Lynch responded.
She gazed at the Westmere's city flower, the roses, across the lawn, deep in thought.
Grandmother didn't quite believe it, "Really unsure?"
How to put it, Thea Lynch, this child, understands everything. Smart, decisive.
There are only things Thea Lynch doesn't want to admit or see clearly; there's nothing she can't guess or understand.
So, is she really unsure?
Grandmother felt there must be an answer in her heart; she's just too scared to reveal it.
