I Don't Know her

I tilted my head and smiled sweetly. "An old friend? How do I know your old friend, Mrs. Anderson?" "My old friend's Luisa. I haven't seen her for a long time. I miss her very much." Those were touching words, but I didn't see any emotion on Jessica's face. I knew Granny Luisa. Granny Luisa often called Anderson in her nightmares.  After a deep breath, I said timidly, "I don't know her." "Well, it doesn't matter. I appreciate your embroidery. Do you want to work in my studio?" Speaking, she pushed a business card to me. "If that's all, see you then." I didn't take the business card. I took Mr. Carroll's hand and left.  Downstairs, I looked back at upstairs with lingering fear. Carroll took off his cap and asked, "Are you afraid of her?" I nodded, "She must be up to something bad behind her search for Granny Luisa." Carroll pulled me to a bench by the roadside. The wind ruffled his hair. His eyes and brows above the mask were beautiful. "Do you mean the mad woman next door taught you ho