Later that evening, the sun is setting, and people are getting back home as soon as they can; knowing that the day almost ends. Hana invited me to have a chat with Auntie Cait who runs the shop with her only daughter, Rhiannon. The bad thing is, Rhiannon and Hana must do today's chores before they even have a chance to talk with Auntie Cait and me.

Auntie Cait smiled and asked. "Tell me, Lucio, why you chose Hana at first?" She sipped her coffee. "And I assume you have several romantic problems with her."

I frowned while eating Auntie's PBJ. "Well, she's cute and all; she likes to play games and hang out with me, she even loves my music. That's what I know from her." I added. "She is also an independent woman, no need to hold her hands when she's all alone."

Auntie tapped my shoulder. "Why you an excellent lad." She smiled. "I'm sure she's going to like it here, Lucio. Anyway, speaking of occupation, what is your side job besides creating music?"

I said. "Well, recently I took a job at carpentry as a wood sculptor. I have an interest in carpentry and such."

Auntie raised her eyebrows. "I can't believe you, young man. How come a musician loves to sculpt woods?"

"An entertainer like me needs another skill to continue living, not only one but many," I said with full respect. "I can't stand one job in my life, so I took another skill, one of them are carpentering, as my side job to sustain and to save some of my money."

"What a noble cause, Lucio." Auntie Cait applauds and appreciated what I do for a living.

"Why, thanks, Auntie." I smiled at her. "About our relationship problems, it's already resolved. I hope to not looking forward to it."

Hana and Rhiannon walked out from the kitchen all covered in sweat. "Now, we did the chores, can we rest for a while?" Hana said while she takes a seat on a barstool.

Rhiannon nodded. "Hana's right, mum. I have worked all day, no rest."

"Alright, go get some soda on the soda machine and let's have a conversation together, eh?"

"Finally!" Hana and Rhiannon get what they want. They grabbed a pair of shorter barstools and sat down in between Auntie Cait and me. Rhiannon started the conversation with a smile, a bright one. "Lucio, it's somewhat fascinating when you said that you like to sculpt wooden materials."

I said. "Well, at first I don't like it, but in the end, it's just a matter of time."

I still don't know why and how Maine could be so sunny in November. It's not even summer. We spend a lot of time talking about things back and forth, having a good laugh and a warm cup of either coffee or tea. For four of us, it was a pleasant evening, and even on this very sunny day, the cold and bitterness of this place still haunting those who can't enjoy every minute of this hot season. Maybe Grandpa Gregor is right, the Ancient Gods or the Almighty put a lot of His feelings to those who He cares, not only Grandpa and me - but those who enjoy life for what it is and for what it's worth.

For Hana, Maine in November could be the best month ever.

Or so she thought.