48 THE VISIT

It was late evening before the moving men arrived and began loading up their trucks. Madison had run out of patience. All she did was sink into her couch said nothing. Even when the men said hello waved and returned to her mood. She sat there till they were about to move. She was the last person to leave. Darting her eyes around the house in case. Satisfied, she left. And that was it. She moved into a more befitting place. She was astonished at the magnificent edifice standing unabashed. She'd imagine a simple house for a simple person like an apartment. "Cecilia whose house is this?" She asked. "It's yours," she said with all seriousness. "I thought it was an apartment not a sophisticated mansion as this." "Cecilia, are you sure is my home?" Madison asked looking doubtful. "Madison I am sure. This is your home now. Here are your keys. I will get going if there is nothing else you need me to do. Just let me know and I'll send help. I will come to get you tomorrow mo