They must have been walking for a good two hours. The lights of the town are far behind them. The houses disappeared long ago. Now they are walking through the forest and night is falling. Tom is ... [+]
Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa and I can't keep up and the earlier, uneaten one, sits drying out on the sideboard. Before she throws the remnant out, I lick off the icing.Grandma stopped talking after I brought the note from Mila's room. She clutched her side and beads of sweat sprang up on her forehead. I'd read the curt sentence: "Off with Captain Zolt, not coming back." Grandpa eased the note out of Grandma's shaking fingers, an