Please Note: 100% fiction!
Turning the key, I walk into my grandmother’s 19th-Century farmhouse for the first time in over 30 years. The last time anyone’s been inside was over 3 months ago, right before the ambulance came and hauled my grandmother to the hospital after her heart attack. She survived the heart attack only to be killed by the flu a month later.
Two days ago, when Mr. Brooke read Grandmother’s Will, I discovered she left me the house.
I flick the switch, the light flickers a few times before it stays lit, I look around and blow out a breath. “Oh brother.”
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Awesome – I wonder what she saw!
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She saw that dilapadated room with peeling walls and stone floors.
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Yes, renovation isn’t cheap.
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No, it’s not.
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one’s inheritance can sometimes be a burden, but i’m confident she can handle it.
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I think she can handle it, too.
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She’s got her work cut out for her. Sounds like fun!
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Yes, I can imagine fixing up that house will be a lot of work.
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Maybe the renovation work will add to her love of the old place… -Angela
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Yes, I’d imagine so.
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She saw a boatload of work, I’m thinking. Or perhaps a call for a demolition team 🙂
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I agree, it’s exactly what she saw. I don’t think a demolition team is needed though, that’d be a shame to tear down such a historic property.
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