An elderly man grew suspicious when he saw a beggar with a child that never cried or moved, so he decided to follow her.
I suppose it all started because Brian Pemberley was missing his grandchildren. His only son had moved away from their native New Orleans all the way to Seattle, and Brian missed him.
His lovely wife and his Ford, boisterous delightful grandchildren, Brian’s wife of 30 years, had passed away four years before, and with his son and his family gone, he was feeling very alone.
That was why he took to walking down to the picturesque French Quarter for a coffee and beignet every afternoon.
