Sake1987

As Peter Argyros returns to his home of the past eight months, a decent sized house on the corner of Iuka and Woodruff Avenues, one of the last people he'd ever expected to see again is waiting on the stoop, a gleamingly new cherry-stained cane lain across the stair behind her. "Hello again Pete," she says, using the rail to pull herself to her feet. She leans rather heavily on it, her left foot and leg twisted unnaturally. Peter, stunned silent, stares wordlessly as she reaches behind her to retrieve her cane. She turns her gaze back to him, her brown eyes holding a vaguely amused twinkle in them. "Well?" she prompts. The word releases him