It was early in the morning and I was on my way to the old museum. The large oak doors stood towering above me as I walked into the first room. The room was giant but full of book shelves and old couches, it had been turned into a library after the fire. I said a quick hello to Jack who sat reading in his wheelchair and he glanced up for a mere second to greet me then went back to his book. The second room was full of "cubicles" (that's what nana called them) that had become small homes to those who needed housing. I saw Mrs. Larson washing her laundry in a metal tub and sped up knowing I couldn't get caught in a conversation. The third and final room sat as it was left the day of the fire, beautiful painting hung on the walls and more leaned on the walls. This was a main source of income in town and and I found it insanely...well stupid. The only reason for the painting was to sell them to the Northern city since the south and eastern cities weren't rich enough to buy them, and they mainly weren't focused on appearance. I quickly snatched 3 decent looking paintings and went up to Zahar's desk to trade them for some nails and bolts nana found in grandpas old tool box. I knew it was hard for her to open, all the memories had flashed back, but we needed the money. While I made my trade I asked Zahar to dinner as nana had asked. He was delighted by the invite. I told him to come at 6 and with that headed home.
