"Please, dear. Call me Delia," the woman's musical tones echoed from the kitchen as Misty stepped back from the wall and glanced at the countenances of a young man and woman who were standing in a field of flowers. She was tempted to remove the framed image from its hook to examine it more closely, but natural rules of etiquette dictated one did not go into someone's house and handle their property without asking. Misty was certain the female in the photograph was Ash's mother in her late teens - nevertheless she couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the male figure. He was very tall and extremely well-built with a shock of slightly ruffled cinnamon-brown hair and a familiar cheeky glint in his eyes. He also appeared to be a good few years older than Delia.
Then it dawned on Misty as to where she recognized the expression from. As Delia glided down the hallway with an armful of books, her guest motioned to the picture and raised her eyebrows in a questioning ma