"Hannah, can you give this to your brother?!"
"We still haven't eaten the one you gave us, Doris!"
"Oh, just give it to your brother! He helped unclog my toilet the other day! And he also gave me some sweet turnips!"
"T-then I'll be sure to give this to him."
"You can also have one yourself, dear!"
"Thank you, Doris."
"You're very lucky to have a husband like Riley. What a beautiful man."
"Yeah… I need to go."
Somewhere, Hannah was gliding through the relatively wide and empty rural streets on her scooter. Well, perhaps gliding was not the correct word choice, as people greeted and stopped her each time they saw her—most just said hello, while some gave her all sorts of random things.
From food, flowers, blankets, and sometimes even cooking pans. They were even given a dog one time, but that one, Hannah had to refuse.
