The Green Man called beyond the door, “Come child, we are waiting.”
Nora was no child. She was old enough to be a grandmother twice over. Ah, but the words sparked deep inside of her and she felt young again. The last time she walked down those stairs was sixty years ago, but Nora would never forget what was beyond the archway. She pulled her hooded cloak from the knob and sunk her feet into heavy boots.
“I’d marry him again,” she muttered, sounding addled to the man in the living room.