As she sat listening to the man speak, she grew quite fond of him. It must've been the way he talked, the words he used. It made her miss her own grandfather. But she wouldn't think about that now. Not in a room full of people.
The guesses at the jar were wondrous to be sure, and she for one did not have a clue about it - other than she never, ever wanted to touch it. He'd said not to and from the descriptions being said, it was with good reason. She really didn't want to turn any younger, or older either. And she above all did not want to never have been...or die and never be again. If that's what it did at all...Yikes! |