"But Mom, no one's ever seen Noelle. It won't be easy to find her."
At the same time as she felt excited, Alma also felt a twinge of worry.
"What if Noelle has already taken on a disciple, or what if she's like Grandpa Eugene — not easily accepting students?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Beverly said. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside and whispered,
"Quiet."
Seeing her mother's straight posture, Alma followed suit, straightening her back.
As the footsteps grew closer, the door was pushed open, and Grandpa Nathan came in with a hearty laugh.
"Finally got that old coot out of here. His presence was nearly freezing the place."
Beverly and Alma shared a knowing smile, their elegant upbringing shining through.
"Beverly, I'm really sorry. That old man is so stubborn, and once he's made up his mind, not even nine bulls can pull him back."
