Grandpa bequeathed it to Eric and me. We didn’t really want it. We didn’t even know he owned it. The neighborhood believed it was haunted, and now grown up, we couldn’t let go of the superstition. I did the paperwork, and Eric hired a cleaning crew, painters, gardeners. It was so gorgeous that against my better judgment, we took the family for Thanksgiving. When developers came, we were glad to be rid of it - the sounds, the creaks, the wailing noises in the hallway, the dreams of Grandpa. I couldn’t sleep a wink until we gave away the title.
Pamela Kennedy
17/6/2022 05:10:25 pm
Nicely told, Rani. What is held dear by one might not be of value to others.
Sue Clayton
19/6/2022 06:23:24 am
Not the kind of title anyone would wish to hold. In dreams did they see Grandpa chuckling. Comments are closed.
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