"Waffles? They're my favorite!" Ellie exclaimed.
"Oh! That's great! My grandson, he loves waffles too. In fact, I make him waffles every Sunday he comes! He's a good boy! He should be here soon!" And as if on cue, the doorbell rang.
Ellie stiffened, sitting up straight in her bed.
"Where's the bathroom? Mrs.."
"It's Mrs Mayers darling, but you can call me Carla! Oh and the bathroom? It's two doors to the right! I got you my Granddaughters extra clothes, and I got you a new toothbrush and other lady things darling! Go and clean up! You must feel dirty!"
Gee thanks. As if I didn't know that already!
Mrs Mayers heads towards the door as Ellie turns the other way, and towards the bathroom.
Mayers? Sounds familiar.
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Who's her Grandson? Any guesses?
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