Aunt Jean lived in an old townhouse at the end of Willow Street. It has not been kept up since she became a widow. Over the years the windows became dull and covered in soot. The stucco facade was streaked with discoloration along the edges and corners and hairline cracks. The townhouse was also shrouded in darkness from the overgrown ginkgo trees, which gave the townhouse the reputation as being the “smelly house on Willow Street”. When the nuts from the ginkgo tree would fall, the neighborhood children would stomp on them spitefully, releasing a pungent and rotten scent.