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alone right now?” Sully asked.
“Of course, my Dad never
minds when you stay the night. Are you leaving right now, because I
had a thought? I want to go up to the attic and look through some
more albums that mom has in a trunk, so just come up to the attic
when you get here,” I said as I started to think about my mom
again.
I hated going up to the
attic, it always made my arm hair stand on end. I always felt like
I had a spider or two in my hair when I left. I would do a wind
mill on my way down making sure nothing was sticking to me. Our
attic door was down the hall next to my parent’s room. My mom kept
the attic locked when I was a kid, I hope the key is still on the
ledge of the door frame.
The key was still there,
awesome.
Before I opened the door I
saw something out of the corner of my eye and I
screamed.
It was just Saska coming up
the stairs.
“You scared me….so where
have you been?” I asked him as he trotted up to me and rubbed his
body on my legs.
“You sure are a lover
aren’t you?” I said to him as I brushed his hair.
“So, are you going to
accompany me to the attic, are you brave enough, because I might
not be,” I joked.
I unlocked the door and
Saska pushed by the door before I even had it open.
“Ok, well I guess old
attics don’t scare you. At least one of us is brave," I
frowned.
My mother was one of the
most organized people I have ever met, sometimes I wonder if she
was a little obsessive sometimes.
My mom never allowed me up
in the attic unless I was with her, and I hadn’t been in the attic
since she died. When I got to the top of the stairs I found a light
switch on the side wall.
It was just how I
remembered it, so many odd things up here. I wonder why my mom
would keep all this stuff. On the right side of the attic was an
old antique metal bed frame, some old pictures and many boxes.
Somewhere in those boxes are all my baby clothes. When I would come
up here with her, she would go through that box to show me how
little I once was. She was always sentimental with all the things
in this attic. I wish that I could sit with her now and go through
all this stuff so that I knew what it meant to her.
Saska had already scouted
the attic out and was back at my side, it was as if I had a trained
guard dog.
I found the wooden chest
that I was looking for with a just a few moves of some old quilts,
and lots of dust and cobwebs, that were stacked on top. I loved
this wooden chest; the smell reminded me of Christmas, an old and
piney, maybe a little musty too. It had carvings on the sides and
top. I wasn’t sure what the carvings were but they reminded me of
old Celtic drawings.
The chest was locked, hum
this might be challenging.
“Jayden, are you up here,”
Sully called from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah I’m in the back on
the right,” I yelled.
“So, what are we doing up
here, it’s a little dirty and smelly up here.” Sully grabbed at her
own arms like she had a chill.
“I want to look in this
chest, it was always my mom's most treasured item and I was never
allowed to see what was in it. But it’s locked,” I said as I sat on
my knees in front of the chest.
“Locked, nothings locked.
I have to go out to the truck, I’ll be right back,” Sully said as
she ran down the stairs.
Sully returned with a black
leather case.
“What’s that?” I
asked.
“This is my nifty friend,
but don’t ever tell anyone that I have this, I could get in real
trouble,” Sully said as she unzipped it. She pulled out long silver
and black thing looking tools.
“I have a way to into your
chest, move over,” Sully said as she pulled out a few long pieces
of thin metal.
“Are those lock picks?” I
asked.
“Yes they are. I dated a
guy in New York that taught me locksmithing and this was one of my
birthday presents. It’s come in handy a few times.” Sully
smiled.
“Sully!” I exclaimed. “You
haven’t done anything illegal have you?” I said as I shook
“Of course, my Dad never
minds when you stay the night. Are you leaving right now, because I
had a thought? I want to go up to the attic and look through some
more albums that mom has in a trunk, so just come up to the attic
when you get here,” I said as I started to think about my mom
again.
I hated going up to the
attic, it always made my arm hair stand on end. I always felt like
I had a spider or two in my hair when I left. I would do a wind
mill on my way down making sure nothing was sticking to me. Our
attic door was down the hall next to my parent’s room. My mom kept
the attic locked when I was a kid, I hope the key is still on the
ledge of the door frame.
The key was still there,
awesome.
Before I opened the door I
saw something out of the corner of my eye and I
screamed.
It was just Saska coming up
the stairs.
“You scared me….so where
have you been?” I asked him as he trotted up to me and rubbed his
body on my legs.
“You sure are a lover
aren’t you?” I said to him as I brushed his hair.
“So, are you going to
accompany me to the attic, are you brave enough, because I might
not be,” I joked.
I unlocked the door and
Saska pushed by the door before I even had it open.
“Ok, well I guess old
attics don’t scare you. At least one of us is brave," I
frowned.
My mother was one of the
most organized people I have ever met, sometimes I wonder if she
was a little obsessive sometimes.
My mom never allowed me up
in the attic unless I was with her, and I hadn’t been in the attic
since she died. When I got to the top of the stairs I found a light
switch on the side wall.
It was just how I
remembered it, so many odd things up here. I wonder why my mom
would keep all this stuff. On the right side of the attic was an
old antique metal bed frame, some old pictures and many boxes.
Somewhere in those boxes are all my baby clothes. When I would come
up here with her, she would go through that box to show me how
little I once was. She was always sentimental with all the things
in this attic. I wish that I could sit with her now and go through
all this stuff so that I knew what it meant to her.
Saska had already scouted
the attic out and was back at my side, it was as if I had a trained
guard dog.
I found the wooden chest
that I was looking for with a just a few moves of some old quilts,
and lots of dust and cobwebs, that were stacked on top. I loved
this wooden chest; the smell reminded me of Christmas, an old and
piney, maybe a little musty too. It had carvings on the sides and
top. I wasn’t sure what the carvings were but they reminded me of
old Celtic drawings.
The chest was locked, hum
this might be challenging.
“Jayden, are you up here,”
Sully called from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah I’m in the back on
the right,” I yelled.
“So, what are we doing up
here, it’s a little dirty and smelly up here.” Sully grabbed at her
own arms like she had a chill.
“I want to look in this
chest, it was always my mom's most treasured item and I was never
allowed to see what was in it. But it’s locked,” I said as I sat on
my knees in front of the chest.
“Locked, nothings locked.
I have to go out to the truck, I’ll be right back,” Sully said as
she ran down the stairs.
Sully returned with a black
leather case.
“What’s that?” I
asked.
“This is my nifty friend,
but don’t ever tell anyone that I have this, I could get in real
trouble,” Sully said as she unzipped it. She pulled out long silver
and black thing looking tools.
“I have a way to into your
chest, move over,” Sully said as she pulled out a few long pieces
of thin metal.
“Are those lock picks?” I
asked.
“Yes they are. I dated a
guy in New York that taught me locksmithing and this was one of my
birthday presents. It’s come in handy a few times.” Sully
smiled.
“Sully!” I exclaimed. “You
haven’t done anything illegal have you?” I said as I shook
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