The old man turned and headed down the narrower path to his right. It was not his usual route, but then again, tonight, his walk had another purpose. Tonight, he would fulfill the last of his promises to his long-departed friend. He stepped up to the door and rang the bell. A young girl with long, red hair answered quickly, full of smiles. “Hello,” the child greeted him. “Why, hello there, young lady. Is your father home?” “Yes, sir. Won’t you come in?” “Why, thank you, yes,” the old man replied as he entered the home, wiping his feet so as not to muss up the floor inside.
