Snowflakes were fluttering and falling.
Kerry, dressed in a black velvet suit with two rows of brass buttons lined up and holding a large black umbrella, with a thick volume of books tucked under his arm, knocked on the door of a exquisite villa in Queen's District.
"Mr. Kerry, the young master is waiting for you in the small classroom," said the girl who opened the door, a pretty young maid dressed in a black and white maid's outfit, who seemed to be very familiar with Kerry and greeted him with a smile.
"Okay."
Kerry entered the villa where the warmth of the fireplace dispelled the chill, making him unconsciously yawn, feeling somewhat sleepy.
