The light grows brighter as she nears the kitchen, finally reaching the familiar archway. To her astonishment, she gasps in sheer horror upon seeing the figures gathered behind the kitchen island.
The sandwich hovers mid-air as Grandpa's gaze meets hers, his expression frozen in surprise. Marry, engrossed in pouring milk into glass tumblers, remains oblivious to Jessamae's presence. However, the most perplexing aspect is the attire of the individuals before her.
"Grandpa?" she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper, her hands flying to her mouth in disbelief. "What is going on?"
Turning to face Marry, who is clad in a silk negligee, and Grandpa, sporting only navy boxer briefs, Jessamae is left utterly bewildered by the surreal scene unfolding before her.
She lets out a cry of astonis
