While the movers carried the boxes to the specific rooms, Rose continued to absorb all the memories that sat within the house. She walked into the sunshine yellow kitchen and looked at the sheer butterfly curtains on the two windows. They needed a good washing but they were still in great shape. Rose remembered how her grandmother loved to sit outside and watch butterflies with her.
This is probably why Rose became a florist because she grew up with lots of flowers around her. She and grandma would always pick flowers out of the beautiful gardens that grandma took such good care of. But now, the gardens needed lots of work since grandma could no longer do it as she aged.
Rose walked over to the newer-looking electric stove and picked up the old crystal teapot. She went over to the porcelain sink and filled up the pot with water. With all these memories flooding her thoughts, she might as well enjoy a nice cup of grandma's favorite tea.
“Here’s the last box Maam,” The one mover walked into the kitchen.
“Oh, thank you so much for your help… Let me get my purse,” Rose walked into the living room.
The two men met her at the front door, and she handed them each a twenty-dollar bill.
“Thanks again,” she said.
Rose closed and locked the door, and hooked the chain. She went back into the kitchen to check on the teapot when she heard a noise. She thought the movers might have forgotten something, and walked back to the front door. She saw the chain was dangling.
“I thought I hooked that?” Rose said.
She peeked out the top window on the door and didn’t see anyone. So she hooked the chain again. As she walked away from the door, she heard a noise upstairs.
“Hello, is there someone here?” Rose called out.
Rose walked straight ahead to the stairs and called out again, but no one answered. She stood there for a minute, but then the teapot started to whistle. As she walked along the stairs to go to the kitchen, she looked up. She didn’t see or hear anything again.
“It’s been a long day, maybe I’m just tired.”
She fixed herself a hot cup of Earl Grey tea and sat down at grandmas wood round table. This was a fairly large move that she made, leaving the city and quitting her job. But with her inheritance and this beautiful old house, she knew that she could start fresh without too many concerns.
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