Sixty-Two

Sally's POV

"One of the maids," I say.

Her once warm eyes blinked into harsh ones. "What is her name?"

"Uhm..." I never bothered to know who worked under my grandparents, although I only remember the people who worked here longer than anyone else. He kept offering to make me tea. "Janet."

The aforementioned person, Janet, seems to act like my other grandmother, but she has this strange vibe around her. It may be too late to think about it now, but she is always in my business, she takes care of me more than my grandmother.

"Where is she now?" Grandma quickly asked.

I opened my mouth, not knowing anything. "In the kitchen?" I'm not sure where she is.

In a flash, the woman was up and rushing toward the kitchen with her husband and my grandmother Donne. I was still in the tea room with Grandpa Donne.

Two men entered the room a moment later, ran straight behind the old man, and sat on their folded legs. The room was quiet, but Grandpa was whispering something to mysterious men that I had