The Enigma of Maeve

Maeve

Sunday afternoon finds me sitting across the table from Grandpa Alaric and Grandma Rowena while they make their pitch for me to visit their territory next weekend.

“Seeing it firsthand is the only fair way to weigh your options, Maeve,” Grandpa Alaric says, leaning forward with his hands resting flat against the wood. “I want to walk you across the grounds and open up our financial ledgers