“I never heard what became of Stio.” Papa Bullion broached.
“Stio moved on.” Mr. K sadly reflected, “There were issues about living here that … bothered him.” Mr K responded, “Why did Anna return home; if I may ask?”
“I seems I have to large of presence in society. The family name kept intruding on her desire to be viewed as an … average person.“
“You can’t blame her can you.”
“No. Her mother and I knew that some of our children would have to face that issue. Thank you for the memorial gift you sent. They’ve been planted nicely. I see Anna left her apology gift.”
Peter noted the bowed trowel “So noted. I noticed you took a sample of the last tomato.”
“… and here I thought no-one noticed. It’s being analyzed; no idea when the results will be in. Might be useful in court.”
A sound was heard. It was unclear as to where it came. A momentary flash of light erupted from one of Mr Glen’s residence’s windows. It hit the original raised bed. Where Anna Bullion had stood; she vanished.