Frante Village

Frante was not much younger than the old man,perhaps by a couple of years at most,and that still made only a slight difference for the old man. Their routine was marked by a certain solemn aspect,not to be confused by tradition,but more in line with creatures of habit,who know each-others gestures so well,that not much needs to said. They did always seem to have much to talk about, and what would you expect from the confines of a small village,such as the one they lived in. And,yet they would talk and talk. Even the crabby old ladies would gesture with a little surprise,as to how the two old men,would go on and on about nothing, and one of the ladies even threatened to include the men into their own circle for a gossip frenzy.