Chapter 1: Grandmother's Tale is true
My mother opened the door to find an old man and woman on our doorstep.
"Who are you and what is your business?" she asked.
"Are you the posterity of Mrs. Winifred Foster Jackson?" the old woman asked.
"Yes." my mother answered. "She was my mother."
"We send all our sympathy to her and her relatives." they said.
"Who are you?" my mother questioned them again.
"Tuck and Mae. We were good friends of Mrs. Jackson." they replied.
"Would you like to come in for some tea?" my mother inquired.
"Thank you for your generous offer, but no, we are on a tight schedule right now. Perhaps another time." they responded.
"Perhaps." my mother said.
My mind pondered wondering what those old people were doing, bidding us apologies of my grandmother's death two years ago.
Then I remembered my grandmother telling me the story of the eternally living family called the Tucks. That can't be true.
I was sixteen and tales from my young age were just silliness, right?