Chapter 74: Want to be friends?

"Oh no, if I had known you'll bring your friend, I would've got you a grander gift."

Mrs. Wander was a tall middle-aged woman who was not fat but not too skinny. She had wrinkles on her face and a prominent burned scar on her hands.

"Oh no, this is too much already, Mrs. Wander, we're just away for days, we appreciate you," Neneuis said, touched by the gesture.

We went inside a house that's made of wood trunks and was surprised when I saw the inside, it has the same color as when you cut the wood in two.

We saw a man in a jumper holding a brush and a small bucket of paint exiting from the same door that we entered. "By the way, meet my son, Joshua Peterson. He helped Azi with his flamingo figurines."

Mrs. Wanders proudly spoke of her son like he's her prize possession, I think that's normal from a mother. I hope my late mom thinks the same, too.

"I'm Harriet," I said and offered my hand. Joshua was also tall, a bit muscly, and has a duck-shaped lip but was good-looking.

"Hey,"