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“After I finish this bookcase I’ll call it quits for a while.” Emptying yet another vile box of china and more old newspapers, chewed up and reeking of mouse droppings, Lila almost felt ready to be sick. “How many litters did this box have? Whew, this stinks.” Then she sneezed so violently that she knocked hard against the edge of the bookcase. The bookcase rocked. Grabbing the bookcase to steady it, she gritted her teeth as she tried to brace it from falling into her. “But why’d it destabilize so easily?” She bent to investigate. “There’s something behind it!” Gently she nudged the bookcase over at an angle. Behind it lurked a stinking darkness. She turned on the flashlight, illumining built-in two shelves halfway between ceiling and floor. “No wonder the bookcase teetered,” she thought. “After I finish this bookcase I’ll look. My grandmother lived here thirty years and her mother before that; who knows what I might find.” Finally, Lila was able to explore with a clear conscience. Peeking behind the bookcase with her flashlight, immediately she spotted something. Running up the steps, she knocked on the door. “Ryan!” she called. “Come look at what I found in the basement.” “Coming.” “I found it behind a bookcase.” Gingerly Lila lifted the object from the shelf and, husband assisting, placed it on the card-table she’d placed under the overhead to inspect at discoveries more closely. Ryan bent over it. “It looks like an old dollhouse. It seems it was once pink.” “Yes, you’re right. But why would anyone leave something so pretty to rot in the basement?” She opened the little door and pulled out something little and shriveled, like a mummy. “And here’s a doll, and another!” Suddenly she screamed. “Oh, they’re babies! They’re real! Someone hid them here!” [300 words] |