“This is beautiful.” My mom said as she stepped through the big wooden doorframe of the house.
“Just as I told you.” My dad replied as he planted a kiss on my moms’ lips.
“Ugh, get a room.” My brother exclaimed as we all looked at him. For a ten-year old he knows more than we want him to think, but I’ve meet his classmates and they’re not much better.
The house was beautiful. In its own historic way that is. Right as you step in there is a rug covering up a dull hardwood floor that looked if you swept your finger along it would pick up dust, but no, it was very clean. The floor went of in three separate directions. Strait ahead led into a sunroom type place. To the right, there was a living room with old classic like furniture that must have been there since the beginning. It then led into a dining room and kitchen. To the left, was a library and study. All the books looked like they have been read, but not touched in years. I picked up a book that was sitting on a side table and read the cover. “Keep It Burning.” A good lighthouse book for an old lighthouse. Back in the foyer a big white staircase led up to the second floor which looked upon the foyer and chandelier. The chandelier had to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. It was small, but had a grand shine.
As we all wondered around, something caught my sense of smell. Something fresh and welcoming. Cookies? But no they smell all citrusy like. I decided to follow the smell into a small black and white tile kitchen. There a woman, maybe in her late forties, stood with an apron and a cookie sheet in her hand. She had curly brown hair that was pulled to the back in a ponytail. Her tan cheekbones outlined her dark brown eyes as she smiled.
“Oh, you’re here early. Welcome!” she said while she put the cookie sheet down and wiped her hands.
“My name is Mary; I’m the house keeper, and well this place,” she looked around hopelessly, “needs all the keeping it can get. Went through a war you know, just needs a lot of love.” She said it as it the houses were a child.
“Chloe.” I put on a smile and shook her hand. “Um, what’s in those cookies? They smell amazing.”
“Oh just and old secret recipe, orange zest.” She handed me a cookie and I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo on her forearm. It looked like a sun. I didn’t mean to stare but she seemed to notice and quickly hand me my cookie and pull her sleeve over the mark.
“Mmmmm, this is delicious.”
“Thank you. Don’t know how long it’s been in the family, but a long time I know for sure.” I could tell by her tone of voice she was one of those people who thought they were funny and tried to let others know about their sense of humor by the way they talk.
I was saved from continuing the conversation when my mom walked in the swinging door that led from the study.
“Oh there you are Chloe.” My mother said. “Mmm, those cookies smell wonderful. Thank you for getting the place all cleaned up for us, Mary.”
“Oh, no problem. I just hope I didn’t disturb any thing.” With that she took another look around. Well I’ll be here tomorrow morning. You folks enjoy your stay, just leave your dirty towels in the hamper and I’ll wash them. Call me if any thing is needed.” She smiled and grabbed the keys on the table and quickly walked out the back door to her car.
“Come on Chloe, let’s go figure out the sleeping arrangements.”
That Mary lady knows something we don’t. I mean by the way she said ‘I hope I didn’t disturb anything.’ What was she talking about? What could there be to “disturb”? It’s a house.
I grabbed another cookie and walked out of the kitchen. My dad handed me my bags and I started walking up the stairs.
“That is a really pretty chandelier.”
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Authors note:
hey, keep on reading! im gonna be out of town for the next week so i wont get to upload :( so sorry
