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already forgotten the conversation.
We all stared at her. Granddaddy Hacker broke the silence. "Well what in tarnation did the haints want this time?"
Mammaw looked confused. "Oh, um, well I really can't go into details. But I can tell you there are some lovely costumes that would be perfect for the play in the attic. I believe they're in a brown trunk."
Victoria gasped. "How did she know that?"
"The haints told her, didn't ya hear?" Granddaddy said loudly. "Now what's this about 'three'?"
Mammaw smiled placidly. "There will be three Christmas miracles."
We all stared at her for a few seconds.
"How nice," Anne murmured, breaking the spell.
My father raised his brows. "Guess we could use a few miracles around here."
"Are there really old clothes in the attic, Victoria? We could use some more costumes. I only found a few things at the thrift store." Forget the miracles, Ashley wanted costumes for the play.
"There's a lot of everything in the attic. It's huge. We've never had the time to go through it all. It's worse since we did the bedroom renovation up there. But there is a brown trunk full of old clothes."
"Can we go take a look?" Ashley asked excitedly. "I'll leave this on for everyone to watch, and the three of us could go." She indicated me. I made a face. I didn't really want to go tramping around in the creepy old attic on the advice of haints.
"Of course," Victoria said, standing up.
Kyle gave me a sympathetic smile as I rose to join them. "Holler if you need help," he said.
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The unfinished attic was the stuff of horror movies. I felt like Nancy Drew investigating The Mystery of the 99 Steps as we climbed the narrow staircase.
"We haven't been up here much since we did the remodel on the attic room last year," Victoria apologized as she turned the lock on the old wooden door. The door opened with a forlorn creak.
The sun was low in the sky, and only a few beams made it through the dust-coated windows. A sea of discarded furniture, battered boxes, and curiosities lined the narrow walkway. Victoria switched on a large overhead fluorescent. The room was suddenly bathed in light. The creepiness receded, but the clutter was daunting.
"I think the trunk Mammaw described is on the back wall." Victoria pointed to spot at the end of the long attic.
A cobweb caught my hand as I steadied myself on a vanity table. Ick! Why are we doing this again? I asked myself. Oh, yeah, the ghosts told us to.
As we reached the back wall, a large brown trunk came into view. Next to it was a plastic covered bassinet and several boxes marked "Baby." I saw Victoria glance at the bassinet.
"That looks new," said Ashley.
Victoria nodded sadly. "Not so new, but it's never been used."
"I'm so sorry," Ashley replied.
"We bought it the first time I was pregnant, back when we thought everything would be fine. There are boxes of clothes and supplies." She pointed to the baby boxes.
"It will be fine, Victoria. You and Jake are going to be parents. I just know it," I said in a rush.
"Thank you for the kind words, Diana," she replied, clearly not believing them.
Ashley gave her a hug, and I patted her on the back.
"Okay, ladies," Ashley said reaching for the trunk, "let's get to work here. We need some Christmas play costumes."
The trunk opened with a screech. A pile of old clothes and hats appeared. Ashley pulled out a beautiful red velvet gown with a squeal. "It's perfect!" She held it to her chest and spun around, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake.
I coughed and fanned the air.
"I don't recall ever seeing that dress," Victoria said. "But I believe there are several old military uniforms in the bottom that would work for The Grands."
I pulled out a stack of clothes. Ashley ooh-ed at the large feather fans that were in the pile. "These are just what we need for our 'Sisters'
We all stared at her. Granddaddy Hacker broke the silence. "Well what in tarnation did the haints want this time?"
Mammaw looked confused. "Oh, um, well I really can't go into details. But I can tell you there are some lovely costumes that would be perfect for the play in the attic. I believe they're in a brown trunk."
Victoria gasped. "How did she know that?"
"The haints told her, didn't ya hear?" Granddaddy said loudly. "Now what's this about 'three'?"
Mammaw smiled placidly. "There will be three Christmas miracles."
We all stared at her for a few seconds.
"How nice," Anne murmured, breaking the spell.
My father raised his brows. "Guess we could use a few miracles around here."
"Are there really old clothes in the attic, Victoria? We could use some more costumes. I only found a few things at the thrift store." Forget the miracles, Ashley wanted costumes for the play.
"There's a lot of everything in the attic. It's huge. We've never had the time to go through it all. It's worse since we did the bedroom renovation up there. But there is a brown trunk full of old clothes."
"Can we go take a look?" Ashley asked excitedly. "I'll leave this on for everyone to watch, and the three of us could go." She indicated me. I made a face. I didn't really want to go tramping around in the creepy old attic on the advice of haints.
"Of course," Victoria said, standing up.
Kyle gave me a sympathetic smile as I rose to join them. "Holler if you need help," he said.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
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The unfinished attic was the stuff of horror movies. I felt like Nancy Drew investigating The Mystery of the 99 Steps as we climbed the narrow staircase.
"We haven't been up here much since we did the remodel on the attic room last year," Victoria apologized as she turned the lock on the old wooden door. The door opened with a forlorn creak.
The sun was low in the sky, and only a few beams made it through the dust-coated windows. A sea of discarded furniture, battered boxes, and curiosities lined the narrow walkway. Victoria switched on a large overhead fluorescent. The room was suddenly bathed in light. The creepiness receded, but the clutter was daunting.
"I think the trunk Mammaw described is on the back wall." Victoria pointed to spot at the end of the long attic.
A cobweb caught my hand as I steadied myself on a vanity table. Ick! Why are we doing this again? I asked myself. Oh, yeah, the ghosts told us to.
As we reached the back wall, a large brown trunk came into view. Next to it was a plastic covered bassinet and several boxes marked "Baby." I saw Victoria glance at the bassinet.
"That looks new," said Ashley.
Victoria nodded sadly. "Not so new, but it's never been used."
"I'm so sorry," Ashley replied.
"We bought it the first time I was pregnant, back when we thought everything would be fine. There are boxes of clothes and supplies." She pointed to the baby boxes.
"It will be fine, Victoria. You and Jake are going to be parents. I just know it," I said in a rush.
"Thank you for the kind words, Diana," she replied, clearly not believing them.
Ashley gave her a hug, and I patted her on the back.
"Okay, ladies," Ashley said reaching for the trunk, "let's get to work here. We need some Christmas play costumes."
The trunk opened with a screech. A pile of old clothes and hats appeared. Ashley pulled out a beautiful red velvet gown with a squeal. "It's perfect!" She held it to her chest and spun around, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake.
I coughed and fanned the air.
"I don't recall ever seeing that dress," Victoria said. "But I believe there are several old military uniforms in the bottom that would work for The Grands."
I pulled out a stack of clothes. Ashley ooh-ed at the large feather fans that were in the pile. "These are just what we need for our 'Sisters'
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