Harlan's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if he'd just been transported into a lavish palace. Miss Cary's home was truly a sight to behold.
No wonder Adelaide was so cranky all the time, Harlan thought. He'd be too if he had all this stuff to dust, polish, and make shine.
"Stop gawking, Harlan," the old lady said. "It's just junk. Rubbish. A lifetime's worth of hoarding, I call it. Come in here. Quickly. And tell me what you think."
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Nobody Knows
General FictionA young lad is asked into the home of an aged spinster and finds more than what he bargained for.
