Sprinkles

Chapter 3. Is Grandad Alive?

Hey hey guys. So lately I've been updating this story and not the other one and I feel guilty but oh well. For those of you who haven't read my other book, go read it!! I've been off from school for a week but I had state tests for two days so I was lazy and I didn't update. BUT: Enjoy the chapter, guys.

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A man stepped out of the house. He was somewhat old, but definitely well dressed. He sort of looked familiar, but my brain was fuzzy from the plane/car ride.

"Mr. Walter?" My dad said.

"Michael, my boy!" Him and my dad hugged, laughing and rejoicing.

"Is grandad alive?" I whispered to my mom.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Heavens no! Mr. Walter here used to be your grandfather's head Butler. He took care of the house."

I suddenly remembered. "You're the man who gave the speech at Grandpa's funeral." I said, putting my sunglasses up on my head. I had been really out of it, but I definitely remember this old man with his warm brown eyes with crinkles at the corners and snowy hair. He had been so upset at grandfather's funeral. I remembered him from the pictures of grandmother's funeral too. I was only about two years old, but I saw the pictures. As far as I know, my grandparents spoiled me when I was young. I don't remember it, but I always wondered why I never really saw them.

"Yes. And you must be the famous Miss Piper." He smiled at me with his warm little old man eyes.

"Dad, can I just ask one question?" I poked his shoulder.

"Yes, Piper?" He turned to me.

"How come we inherited the house?" I gestured to the gorgeous structure in front of us. Emphasizing the gorgeous.

"Well, I'm the oldest, and I'm male. Your grandfather was an old fashioned person. His next two children were girls, and your uncle lives in New York. It's only ideal that we got it. They got other things." My dad explained.

"Would you like a tour of the house, have you forgotten, Mr. Delaine?" Mr. Walter winked.

"Mr. Walter please, I'm only 'Mr. Delaine' at work." The two of them shared a laugh, like an old joke they used to make. My mother and I stood awkwardly in the corner, outsiders on their deep rooted relationship.

They stopped laughing and Mr. Walter gestured to us. "Come now." He led us inside.

As soon as we entered the house, we were greeted by an intensely beautiful room, with two enormous staircases snaking their way up the two sides of the room. Straight under the stairs was a pairs of large doors, with amazingly fancy handles.

"Upstairs is the bedrooms,lounges, movie room, on the third floor is the lounge, and the rooftop 'place' that Leonard used to be all the time. In through there is the kitchen to the left, down the stairs past the doors is the garage, back up past the kitchen is the guest rooms. Upstairs to your right is the studio, and other rooms. That's just the basics. The pool is right out back, past the yard is the orchards, the small vineyard, the garden, the stables, and the field. Any other questions?" Mr. Walter said all this without even taking a breath. "There's more to the house but I do not want to overwhelm you." He added.

I stood there gaping, speechless. Stables? Pool? Vineyard? Okay, he has got to be joking. I knew my grandfather was wealthy, but this...

"Your bags and boxes are in your room Miss Piper." Mr. Walter gestured up the stairs. I looked at my parents, and wordlessly went up the stairs and followed his directions to my room.

I opened seven doors before I decided to try the enormous, white, double oak doors at the end of the hall. I pushed them open and was immediately greeted by a rush of cool air, smelling of fresh cotton. It was amazing. Words could not describe my room.