An Old Woman
Louisa turned around and saw that the tap came from an old woman. Her face was more wrinkled than a summer shirt blowing in the wind, and her wispy hair was the color of snow.
“Can I help?” Louisa asked, an uneasy feeling settling over her. “You’re looking for a house?” she replied. Louisa slowly nodded, and the woman smiled, showing the few teeth she had. She handed Louise a piece of paper before walking away. What was on the paper?