"Hey Richie!" Richie walked through Eddie's almost empty house to meet Myra in her and Eddie's now old bedroom. "There's a box in here with your name on it. I'm assuming it's for you." Richie smiled and took the box out of her hands. "I'll open it when I get home." Richie looked around the now bland house.
It's been 10 years since Eddie died, but it still hurts. Beverly vaguely remembers her father. Sadly, she'll never know how amazing of a man he was. She will just have to deal with Richie's stories about her father.
Richie was picking up a couple boxes here and there and dragging them to the moving van. Richie still doesn't think Myra should leave this house, she says it's for the best.
Richie and Myra haven't talked in years. But, once she found out Richie was in town she decided to call him and ask for help while moving.
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Richie sat down the last box and pulled the Uhaul door close. "Well... This is it. I can't believe I'm leaving." Myra said in a voice just above a whisper. "I can't believe you're leaving too." Myra gave Richie a very awkward hug. "I'll talk to you soon. Don't be late for your flight it leaves in two hours but I think you should leave now. You know, New York traffic." Richie nodded and grabbed his backpack and the mysterious box with his name on it.
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The whole flight home he was thinking about that box. What could be in it? Should he open it?
AN the end is soon!
-GROOVYLADY
