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“Thank you, Linda. You are very kind,” I smiled. “I would love to talk to him, of course. If I have some time before I leave the city, I will come by. I hope he will be at home.”
“Oh, I will tell him a pretty girl is looking for him. He won’t leave his house until you do come,” she winked at me.
I laughed.
“Well, I should go. My friend is probably waiting for me.”
“It was very nice to meet you, Aria. I hope I will see you if you come back to talk to her grandson,” She smiled at me.
“I will be sure to come and say hello,” I smiled back and started walking away.
I felt her stare as I was walking away. She knew I was a witch, but she didn’t say anything. We knew we couldn’t reveal ourselves just like that. You never know who could be listening. She was a nice lady. I would definitely go by her house if I decided to come back and talk to Claudia’s grandson.
It was now 2 pm and I was already at the end of Summer Alley when I saw it. Yellow house surrounded by flowers. Paint cans on the front porch and the surname Powell written in calligraphy on a mailbox. Annie’s work. This was it. I smiled and ran to the door.
I rang the doorbell and waited. After a minute or two Annie opened the door. She was wearing overalls and was covered in paint. There were headphones around her neck and her long blonde hair was tied up into a messy bun. Her brown eyes grew double in size when she saw me,
“ARIA!” she screamed and threw herself at me.
She was bigger and taller than me and I almost fell. I hugged her tightly and smiled.
“Hi, Annie.”
“Aria?! What are you doing here?” she screamed.
I love her. She was always so warm, and she could always make me smile. She was also very loud. I had forgotten about that. I thought it was charming. It was just a sign of how passionate she was about life and the things she loved.
I smiled at her. I really missed her.
“Well, it’s a long story. Can I come in?”
“Oh, sorry, yeah. Get in,” she stepped away from the door so I could get inside. The house was very Annie. Colorful, modern and artsy. Her paintings were on every wall. I loved it.
She showed me to the living room and pointed to a big black couch.
“Sit. Would you like some coffee?”
“Yeah, sure. Thank you.”
She ran to the kitchen, and I took this opportunity to glance around. There was a piano in the living room. Her mom played and Annie learned a couple of songs from her. I remember her playing for me. She was very excited because I was a piano player and she wanted to impress me. I took lessons all through my childhood. I hadn’t played in a while, and I missed it.
Glass doors led to the back porch. It was big. Great for entertaining. I remember her parents always had people over. They are very social. They probably have big parties here as well.
She came back carrying two cups of coffee and she handed me one.
“Okay. Talk. What are you doing here?”
I sighed and told her about what had happened in our village. By the time I finished talking we were both crying.
“I can’t believe that happened,” she said with tears running down her face. “I am so sorry about your grandma.”
“It was horrible. I can’t believe it was only two days ago. I think I am still not fully aware of what has happened.”
“Yeah. It takes a while to accept it,” she said, wiping her eyes. “My parents died,” she added quietly.
“What?” I was shocked.
I didn’t ask about them sooner. I assumed they were at work.
