The Restoration – Episode Twelve
The house was quiet. Sam could hear the old lady’s labored breathing. After a long moment she put everything back in the metal box and closed it. She spent few more moments looking about the room. She slowly moved to Sam and placed her face against his arm. Sam could feel the tears through his shirt. Then, purse on her arm and hugging the metal box to her breast, she quietly left the room without a word.
Sam stood on the porch watching the frail old woman slowly disappear down the sidewalk. Maybe he would live here after all.