11:09 am

She coiled back like a frightened puppy when I led her to the living room where the old man waited. The scent of ash had slightly gone away but it's already too imprinted within the walls anyway. He was seated on an armchair and he sprung a bit when he saw her. Then, he regained his composure, he always looked kinda upset about something, and he gestured at the sofa to sit down. So I sat meanwhile she was next to me on her wheelchair.

"Ya didn't tell bullshit, huh? The name's Henry by the way."

She politely nodded at the old man but said nothing.

"Ya got one fine dress, missy," he added.

"…Thank you," she awkwardly replied after a bit. "…Mr. Burglar chose it for me since I can't really see. But I can tell it's blue and he said I was pretty like the sky."

He glanced at me, "Ya got a nice eye for these, Mr. Burglar," and he laughed. "Imma brew some tea. It's been a while since I had some guests."

As me and him had been waiting for the tea, she was also delighted by the idea.