FOREVER YOUNG

"Oh, stop it, Fred!" An old friendly female voice follows. "We haven't had visitors in ages. You are going to scare them away. A light goes on, on the porch next to the one we are standing on to reveal a very large man standing with a rifle and a petite woman next to him, smiling the broadest of smiles.

"Come here." She tells us. "The mosquitos are going to feast on you if you stay there."

Despite Fred holding a very large rifle in his hands still, we cross the little bridge from the one porch to the other. When we are standing in the light, Fred grunts and walks into the house to put his rifle away.

"I am Becky. Please come inside." She turns and walks into the small cottage. We follow her in. She closes the door behind us.

The inside of the cottage has a strong but sweet smell. From the smell I can gather that its main purpose is to repel mosquitos. I look at the jars of candles burning in various places in the house.