Joining the gang for Six Sentence Stories where this week's prompt is Question
The weather worn tattered curtains blew in the gentle breeze as it entered through the open window spilling over the back of the lovingly worn couch. The once white lace that rested on the arms had turned into a murky putty color years earlier. Upon the floor lay the lovingly made hand rug from bygone times. The clanging of the pewter dishes could be heard coming from the kitchen as she slowly put them away. Glancing through the open space she caught a glimpse just before the door popped open. "Can I ask you a question?"