anonymousally

Grandfather poked a head into the main room, where the door was. "Take a bag with you!" He advised, stepping in L.L.Bean house slippers towards where Liza was. In his hand was a normal Ziploc bag. The thing looked innocent enough, except- why would she need a bag? Liza had seen the ocean in movies and pictures and such, but she'd never been there. The idea that she might need to collect something was strange, until she remembered the beautiful shells found in movies in Florida and California. Maine would have those, too, right? She took the bag, rolling her eyes and stepping out to the porch. The dog, Wave, followed, then passed her, bounding

Liza stared at how old it all was. "You have got to be kidding me. What's your wifi?" She responded, then was surprised to see that no computers were in the house- like, at all. She dumped her bag onto her bed, curling her glossed lips. "Never mind." The southerner muttered, zipping open the violet backpack, opening the duffel, and shrugging off her coat. Her grandfather had stopped and was watching her. He has that strong, weathered look that she despised- hands calloused from wood and rope, opening the chest of drawers. Liza gave him a pointed stare with those summer-night eyes. Taking the hint, the man left, off into the other quaint rooms