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checked out his story. He wasn’t a criminal or anything, I promise Katherine.”
“ Go on.”
“ Well, you own property, but your father would never lay a hand on anything to do with it. I tried to get him to sell it once, when you guys were living in that ratty little place across town. When he could barely buy food and pay the rent. It was the only time I’ve ever seen him anything but calm and collected.” He chuckled a little. “Goddamn, I thought I’d done something sacrilegious or something. He said there was no way that he’d ever sell it, or have anything to do with the money that was in that account. Said something about that place was pure evil and he’d never let anyone near it.” He was still a moment. “I thought maybe it was just because his parents died there, in that fire, ya know. I think it was a bad place in his life that he buried long ago and wanted to keep it there. I never brought it up again.”
Katherine sat quietly and stared into the light brown of her hot chocolate. “Might explain why he never told me about it.”
“ You goin’ up there?”
She looked up at him. “Yes. In fact I’m leaving from here. I thought I’d go take a look at the place.”
“ Well, maybe it’ll be a good thing. Maybe you can sell it for a good price, retire young.” He winked at her. “I know where ya can find an old coot to shack up with!” He smiled broadly, patted her shoulder. “Just kidding. You need something young with some spirit.”
They left the coffee shop and went across the street to sign the necessary estate papers.
Katherine left George’s office and walked toward the bookstore several doors down. So much responsibility had been removed with the funeral over and the business being taken care of that she felt lighter. Ducking into the bookstore she went in search of maps of the east coast and Maine.
After buying her maps and a few books on demons and legends she went back to the coffee shop, purchased a croissant and hot chocolate for the road. She turned the Jeep south and found her way out of town and onto I-9 north. Glancing at the clock she sighed. It was almost five o’clock. It wasn’t long until she passed the Virginia border. It was getting late at Richmond, but she pushed on until she reached Woodbridge, just outside of Alexandria, not far from the D.C. border. There she stopped to find a hotel.
There was a Claremont Inn not far from the exit. It would have to do for the night. She pulled into the shelter at the front, went inside and inquired about a room.
It was like most hotel rooms, small and to the point. It was clean with a neutral smell and a white bathroom. A multicolored blanket adorned the bed. Generic paintings were screwed into the walls on all sides so they could not be taken in case some wayward guest decided it would look great hanging on the wall at home. Katherine was exhausted; ready for nothing more than a hot shower to wash the road from her and a soft bed. She sat her bags on the table and proceeded to remove her night clothes. She also took out a bottle of water, though it was now warm.
“ Damn I should have brought a cooler. I’ll have to pick one up tomorrow,” she mumbled to herself, taking out a granola bar and a banana.
After a long, hot shower she dressed, turned on the TV and ate the snacks while watching the news. Her travels would be clear at least. Until she reached Maine, anyway. There was rain in the forecast there for the next few days. It would be welcome enough though. Any water was welcome since the drought had come and gone two years ago.
Katherine had kept the pills the doctor at the hospital gave her and she used one of them now. Sleep came quick and ran deep. No dreams, no thoughts, and no cares.
The next morning she woke, rested and aware. She dressed in jeans, the white sandals and a rich blue wrap around top that flowed about her upper arms. After putting her hair back in a braid she went to the desk to turn in
“ Go on.”
“ Well, you own property, but your father would never lay a hand on anything to do with it. I tried to get him to sell it once, when you guys were living in that ratty little place across town. When he could barely buy food and pay the rent. It was the only time I’ve ever seen him anything but calm and collected.” He chuckled a little. “Goddamn, I thought I’d done something sacrilegious or something. He said there was no way that he’d ever sell it, or have anything to do with the money that was in that account. Said something about that place was pure evil and he’d never let anyone near it.” He was still a moment. “I thought maybe it was just because his parents died there, in that fire, ya know. I think it was a bad place in his life that he buried long ago and wanted to keep it there. I never brought it up again.”
Katherine sat quietly and stared into the light brown of her hot chocolate. “Might explain why he never told me about it.”
“ You goin’ up there?”
She looked up at him. “Yes. In fact I’m leaving from here. I thought I’d go take a look at the place.”
“ Well, maybe it’ll be a good thing. Maybe you can sell it for a good price, retire young.” He winked at her. “I know where ya can find an old coot to shack up with!” He smiled broadly, patted her shoulder. “Just kidding. You need something young with some spirit.”
They left the coffee shop and went across the street to sign the necessary estate papers.
Katherine left George’s office and walked toward the bookstore several doors down. So much responsibility had been removed with the funeral over and the business being taken care of that she felt lighter. Ducking into the bookstore she went in search of maps of the east coast and Maine.
After buying her maps and a few books on demons and legends she went back to the coffee shop, purchased a croissant and hot chocolate for the road. She turned the Jeep south and found her way out of town and onto I-9 north. Glancing at the clock she sighed. It was almost five o’clock. It wasn’t long until she passed the Virginia border. It was getting late at Richmond, but she pushed on until she reached Woodbridge, just outside of Alexandria, not far from the D.C. border. There she stopped to find a hotel.
There was a Claremont Inn not far from the exit. It would have to do for the night. She pulled into the shelter at the front, went inside and inquired about a room.
It was like most hotel rooms, small and to the point. It was clean with a neutral smell and a white bathroom. A multicolored blanket adorned the bed. Generic paintings were screwed into the walls on all sides so they could not be taken in case some wayward guest decided it would look great hanging on the wall at home. Katherine was exhausted; ready for nothing more than a hot shower to wash the road from her and a soft bed. She sat her bags on the table and proceeded to remove her night clothes. She also took out a bottle of water, though it was now warm.
“ Damn I should have brought a cooler. I’ll have to pick one up tomorrow,” she mumbled to herself, taking out a granola bar and a banana.
After a long, hot shower she dressed, turned on the TV and ate the snacks while watching the news. Her travels would be clear at least. Until she reached Maine, anyway. There was rain in the forecast there for the next few days. It would be welcome enough though. Any water was welcome since the drought had come and gone two years ago.
Katherine had kept the pills the doctor at the hospital gave her and she used one of them now. Sleep came quick and ran deep. No dreams, no thoughts, and no cares.
The next morning she woke, rested and aware. She dressed in jeans, the white sandals and a rich blue wrap around top that flowed about her upper arms. After putting her hair back in a braid she went to the desk to turn in
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