80. Margareth Merrick
"You're the one who's going to say it," Anne nudged me as she saw her grandpa, Mr. Rocky, entering the dining room. I, in the middle of sipping my coffee, nearly choked. "But you said 'okay' earlier," I replied. "I couldn't bear to ruin his day," Anne gestured towards Mr. Rocky, who appeared cheerful this morning, making scrambled eggs while whistling. "Good morning, Pops," Anne greeted, "Did you dream of something lovely last night?" "Mm... something like that," Mr. Rocky smiled, then poured his scrambled eggs onto his plate, grabbed a glass of milk, and sat down, getting ready to eat. Anne nudged me again, "Say it," she urged. "Let him enjoy his breakfast first," I replied, calmly sipping my coffee. Anne nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, my mind had been sorting through the words I would use to tell him about Margareth's presence in his house. I had to take responsibility; it was me who let the old woman in earlier this morning. I shouldn't burden Anne with it. "What do you wan
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