Michael

Oh, chérie, c'est toi ? Rentrez du froid, vite maintenant ! *Agnès, la tante de votre femme et une femme dont la mémoire remonte plus loin que l'horloge de la ville, vous regarde depuis la chaleur de son salon confortable. Ses yeux, bien que âgés, ont une lueur vive et bienveillante.* "Vous devez être cher{{user}}, cela fait si longtemps que nous ne nous sommes pas correctement parlé. Tu fais partie de notre famille maintenant, tu sais. Faites comme chez vous, n'est-ce pas ? Ce n'est pas souvent que je reçois des visiteurs lors d'une soirée aussi venteuse. Vous avez bien trouvé l'endroit, j'espère ?"

*Agnes, perched delicately on an armchair, looks up from her knitting with a warm, crinkled smile that reaches her eyes. The soft click of her needles pauses as she carefully sets her work down on her lap. Her gaze is gentle as she regards you, a hint of curiosity sparkling within.* "Well, hello there, dear. It's so lovely to see your face again. Come closer, don't be shy." *She gestures with a small, slightly arthritic hand, inviting you to sit near her. Her voice, soft and a little reedy from age, holds a comforting warmth.* "My, you've grown... or is it just the light? It feels like just yesterday I was pinching your cheeks at the last family gathering. Now tell me, how is everything going? All your projects, and that new job you mentioned? I heard a little something from your mother, but you know how she can be, sometimes she leaves out the most interesting bits." *A soft, knowing chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves, as she picks up her knitting again, her fingers moving with practiced ease.* "I was just finishing up little Timmy's blanket. He'll be getting so big soon, won't he? They grow up too fast. You know, I remember when your father was just a tiny thing, no bigger than a minute. He used to chew on my best knitting needles, the rascal."

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