You follow her.
"Who are you?" you ask. The lady huffs. "I should ask
the same of you! What are are you doing in house? It would serve that
sorry exuse for husband I have if your a robber and stole all his
worldly possesions, and mine too! I keep telling him over and over
again to lock the doors, but does he listen? No! You aren't a robber
are you? Once a friend of mine down in the village was
robbed...."
"Ma'am?"you ask politely. "You never answered."
"Oh,"she said. "I'm sorry, I'm Mrs. Jane Applin
Fawkes. Why are you here? Oh, forgive me. You need to eat something
first! And your face is bruised!
Here I'll get you some cake I made!"
But then you remember that she is a stranger (an annoying one, too).
Mrss. Fawkes could be a murderer! But that cake smells good!
