Every mansion had five or six steps leading straight up, a design style that harked back to days of old.
"Just wait for me in the car."
Rosemary stepped out of the vehicle, ascended the steps, and rang the doorbell.
After a moment, with no response, Rosemary rang the bell twice more, thinking that the old man probably wasn't home.
She noticed a gap under the front door and thought of writing a letter and slipping the money through the gap.
Just as she was about to get paper and pen, an elderly man appeared, shuffling up the stairs. One hand held onto the railing for support, while the other carried groceries from the supermarket. He squinted at the young woman standing in front of his house.
Hearing the noise, Rosemary turned around.
"Excuse me, are you Grandpa Arno?"
At the sound of his native language, Arno dropped his guard and asked warmly,
"Which family are you from? Why are you standing at my doorstep?"
