Bequest

Sissy tiptoed up the stairs to the attic. Why she chose the attic over the basement she wasn't sure. And she laughed at the unuttered pun.

The stairs were unlike most--pull down, temporary things that descended out of the ceiling with a puff of dust that smelled of baked heat. They wound up behind the chimney from a small door just outside the sitting room. They were solid, reassuring, and not a bit creaky. That was the key. The basement stairs sang.

It would be a simple thing, this obvelation. She couldn't bring herself to destroy what she didn't want her husband to know. That was crossing a line that was strangely gray. This would hurt him. It wasn't like there was some long-lost fortune at the end of this black rainbow. Or a better life, an extended family that would wrap him in everything that was lacking in his life. No, this was better packed away, where his parents would have--should have put it--instead of in that safety deposit box.

Oh, and wasn't it such a twist of fate that had her retrieving the contents instead of Michael. It convinced her all the more that this was the proper course of action, that last thing that her inlaws wanted her to do for their beloved son on their behalf.

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What exactly is she hiding???? Finish the story!!!!

From Word to the Wise: Obvelation
"Obvelation" (ob-vuh-LAY-shun) - from the Latin for "veil" or "shroud" - is the act of concealing.

Forgot to record the date it arrived, but I'm pretty sure it was July.....