SELLING

“What? I’m not selling anything.” The young man looked perplexed, standing on the doorstep.

“I don’t want anything for free either.” I started to close the door.

“Wait! I’m your son!” He shouted, shoving his foot in the closing door.

I stopped. “That’s preposterous! I don’t have a son. I’ve never had any children.”

“It was while you were at White Hall.”

I stopped and opened the door with a shaking hand. No one had mentioned that place to me in over 20 years.

Happy Reading!

~ Eileen 🙂