I felt like crawling back to my apartment after a few steps into this old building. It had all the reminders of a mother who used to pull out a stick and beat you senseless for ditching school or painting the patio purple. Yet, here I am. Clearing up the cobwebs and dishing out junk. I have to keep tabs on everything before my sister gets here from Mississippi. The worst part of this place is her room. There are a bunch of pictures in their collective frames lined up on top of a mantle.
"Ol' Gus and his hound dog. Huh!" I placed the frame back and it caused the preceding ones to tumble over.
The sudden smash of the frame at the end to the floor sent a jolt up my neck. I went over to pick it up and a note fell out from its backing.
"What's this?" I open the folded paper and noticed my chicken writing of a signature at the bottom,
Dear me, This house is a gold mine! Don't let Sue sell it to your Uncle Jesse. Convince her of the investment. Mom left a few other things behind this mantel piece. It's a real jackpot!
I crumbled the paper and shoved it in my pocket. I began removing the frames and mantel from the wall. A bright light surfaced from the small crack. I pulled the mantel some more and my eyes couldn't believe it.
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