Chapter Seven Saturday, the day of Aunt Guinevere’s funeral I just sat there, staring mindlessly at the now ajar door for a little longer before pulling myself up. I stepped to the door and put my hand on the knob. Then I stopped, suddenly wondering if I really wanted to know. My hand dropped back … Continue reading The Open Door
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Chapter Six Friday evening We had dinner with Aunt Guinevere again. Jules had brought Sylvia and Jack with him. If I had known it would be our last evening with Aunt Guinevere, I would have requested family only. But I knew Auntie would insist Sylvia and Jack come, too. Especially Sylvia. Dr. Ryan arrived just … Continue reading The Open Door
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Chapter Five Thursday morning I had wanted to see Aunt Guinevere and Mom on Wednesday, but I had to work most of the day and was absolutely exhausted when I got home from the office. Being a paralegal isn’t easy, especially when the lawyers you work for are the only ones in town. At least … Continue reading The Open Door
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Chapter Four Tuesday afternoon I arrived at Aunt Guinevere’s house at around four in the afternoon. Aunt Guinevere wasn’t at home. Mom, who was feeling much better and was making a pie when I arrived, said she had gone to visit the doctor again. I frowned. “But she was just there last week.” Mom sighed. … Continue reading The Open Door
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Chapter Two Sunday morning Mother and Jules were in the dining room with Aunt Guinevere, cleaning candlesticks for some reason I couldn’t quite fathom since they were all pristine. I was standing in the room next to the room that’s always locked. The room was a square with pale yellow walls, white curtains with pale … Continue reading The Open Door
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Chapter One Aunt Guinevere Grace Mason’s three-story house is situated at the end of Brook Lane. It’s a cheerful white dwelling with pale rose trimming. There are trellises all around the house with climbing roses and morning glories and a grape vine. It’s set far away from the street with a circular driveway. On either … Continue reading The Open Door
