Niel Allen 6

"This is mighty good tea; thank you, Jocelyn." "Oh, you're welcome, Mr Allen. It would have been such a disappointment if it had tasted bad; after all that trouble that you went through to find it." "Oh, it wasn't too much trouble at all. I just don't know what possessed me to put the tea in that locked cabinet. I even confuse myself sometimes. Well, I'll be, can you hear my stomach growling? How's about a sandwich?" "That would be perfect." "Okay. Is roast beef alright? Ginny made the best roast beef sandwiches. She never told me what the secret ingredient was; she joked that it was love. I'm sure that wasn't far from the truth though." I was quite surprised that Mr Allen enjoyed his tea. It tasted.......old. I just couldn't get past the fact that he said he had tea everyday and couldn't remember where he put it; and not to mention the pure dustiness of the tea box. At least he enjoyed the tea. It did seem like almost everything that came out of his mouth was a past memory of Ginny. I didn't mind though. I loved to hear his stories, especially those of Ginny. He beamed when he spoke of her. "What do you have in the bag, child?"