Add on part #3

Olivia studies the photograph carefully when she notices a sign behind the man and piano.
"James, look isn't that the club Mom said Grandma would sing at and got her nickname Moyra? The Orchid Lounge?"
James quickly snatches the photograph and lookes at the grainy image of the sign.
"Yeah, it is. I remember when Grandma stopped there once to say hello to her friend Violet Stimpler. The place is so old now I think they are gonna sell it to a travel agency."
"Do you think Violet would know who this man is?"
"Well Grandma said she was going to visit Mrs. Trelya. We could walk over to see her."
So Olivia and James quickly gathered the letter and photograph and sprinted up the steps. Suddenly, they collided with Grandma as she was walking towards the door.
"James! Olivia! What is all the fuss?" questioned Grandma.
"Uh, nothing. Just playing tag," Olivia responded quickly. She slapped James's shoulder. "Tag you're it!"
"Alright, you two be careful. I am going over to Lyda Trelya's house if you need me."
"Don't worry Grandma. We will be fine," answered James.
Grandma reaches over to Olivia and James to hug and notices a piece of paper in Olivia's hand.
"Sweetheart, what is that in your hand?"
"Oh just a...a..." Olivia turns her head to James. James glances around the room and answers, "That is just Olivia's drawing of your cat Willy."
"Oh can I see Olivia?"
"No it isn't finished yet," Olivia gasps quickly, "Grandma, aren't you going to be late?"
"Goodness! Look at the time! You are absolutely right. I will be back in an hour. Have fun!"
Grandma grabs her purse and shawl and walks out the door leaving Olivia and James to relax.
"That was so close James! I don't know if we should go anymore. This is a private letter to Grandma. Maybe we aren't suppose to know."
"Olivia, she is our Grandma, and we deserve to know who this guy is. Maybe he was an old husband or just a friend. It won't hurt. Besides we already know this much, why not know the rest?"
"Oh alright, but we have to be back before Grandma comes home."
"Don't worry an hour will be plenty of time."
So the two opened the door and strolled down the road knowing that once they knew the truth there was no going back.