Six days came to pass since Roy asked Peli to meet his family, and on that sixth afternoon, he and his lofty girlfriend were walking down the long gravel drive of the McCall family residence. The drive had been worn by years of horse and carriage clomping and wheeling down it, and the house in which Roy grew up was a small one, about twice the area of Peli's cottage that he moved into five year ago. A simple two-story home with white cedar siding, two long windows front and center with a chimney running along the left side. A wooden porch adorned the side of the house, painted a plain white but peeling from age. To the south, right of the home, sat upon concrete a fairly standard one-horse shed with matching white siding.
"Oh this place is neat, it has an old charm to it." Peli commented.
"I grew up here." Roy answered.
"How does my hair look?" Peli asked Roy, nervous because it was the first time in years she had braided it down the back side.
"Looks fine." Roy answered, being more al