Scenes from my childhood flashed through my mind.
I really miss those days.
As I reminisced, I started to chatter ceaselessly.
All these stories were from that time.
By the time Fred Foster came back to his senses.
Len Hawthorne was no longer in the room.
*
Len Hawthorne stood beside Chloe Stephens, looking up at the distant field scenery.
"Nice view."
"A hundred years ago, it was even better."
Len Hawthorne smiled.
"Ahem."
Fred Foster felt uncomfortable seeing Chloe and Len, considering their respective backgrounds.
Even though their identity was valid, they couldn't escape the fact that Len was a narcissistic, self-indulgent person.
Len Hawthorne said, "I want to visit the ancestral temple."
Fred Foster was just about to object.
But Len Hawthorne and Chloe had already walked away.
No way.
He couldn't let this narcissistic person lead his underage granddaughter astray.
*
In the afternoon.