Talk:Jinn of the Jar/@comment-109.146.65.248-20150901100516/@comment-26115871-20151231231156

I open the door, and she realizes I'm not Uncle Edgar. While she's scared, I sigh and beckon for her to come in. "I uh . . . I inherited the house."

"Where's . . . where's Uncle Edgar?"

With another sigh I lead her into the room and gently break the news to her, letting her cry on my lap when she learns his fate. But we get to know each other that night, and while she misses Edgar, by morning she's glad he chose me to inherit the house.