A Strange Encounter Over Seashells

I went to New Brunswick for a week to help my mom empty out my grandfather's house after he died.

I don't live near the ocean, but he lived across the street and I took advantage by

spending hours every day looking for seashells, and I had started a small collection

on the front porch. On one of the days, we had an estate sale where 100-plus people came throughout

the day. An overly friendly older couple introduced themselves to me, saying that they

were my grandfather's friends. They mentioned that they saw the shells on the porch and

the lady mentioned that she also collects shells, and I should come to her house to

grab some. I awkwardly laughed and walked away. When I came back around the front