"Grandma Knox." Hope Williams called gently.
Old Lady Mrs. Knox stretched out her hand to grasp Hope's hand and patted it, "Hope, it's been a while since I've seen you, you never come to visit Grandma Knox."
Hope Williams smiled lightly, "I'm sorry, Grandma Knox, I've been really busy lately. I will definitely visit when I have the time."
"Good, good, I'll hold you to that," Old Lady Mrs. Knox said affectionately as she looked at Hope.
Hope Williams's smile widened, "Please, Grandma Knox, come inside."
"Okay."
Alexander Knox, pushing the old lady's wheelchair, met with Hope Williams and greeted her with a smile and a nod.
Hope Williams, wearing a gentle smile, nodded politely in return.
As guests kept arriving, Alitzel Williams glanced at the door anxiously, not seeing Waylon Lewis yet, and stomped her foot in worry.
"Where the heck is Waylon, and Wyatt Lewis too, where has he vanished off to?" Alitzel called Wyatt Lewis repeatedly in a fluster.