Rain pushed open the door and stepped back to let him enter.  "It was last winter.  My father caught the wet cough, and mother followed shortly after.  It had been us for so long."  She shook herself slightly.  "Life continues."  Her face brightened just slightly.  "You may place your things over there."  She pointed to a place over by the fireplace.  "Any thing I have, I will happily share with you."