“Come inside. I’ll put on some tea.” She stopped and looked at them, amused. “Old habit.” They walked inside a wood cabin. Delphine scurried through various rooms, picking things up as she went along. Finally, she settled in the den. Mathieu followed. Amilie and Florence carried Guillaume.
“And now, for the story.” Delphine cleared her throat.
It was years ago. I was just a child, then. I remember walking through the French streets searching for my little, lost kitten. I was bitten. I was somehow able to hide it for years, but after you children… I decided “enough is enough”, and I came out here. The only one who ever knew was Mathieu. Her story ended. “Now, I need to tend to Guillaume. Leave us.” She shooed them through the doorway.