The scent of cinnamon cookies rushed through the hallways and grand entrance, that was still grand despite its need of TLC, lots of TLC.
“She likes you”.
“Who likes me?”I was bewildered. With no one in the family left but me, there was no one to approve of me, or disapprove.
Free from the stuffiness of what was supposed to be for my own good, but had felt more like a lifetime prison of rules, regulations, tradition and expectations.
“She does. The house, silly.”
I glanced at the young woman in front of me, as if she just had grown a third eye, not the psychic kind, a literal one, bulging from the center of her forehead. Or maybe alien antennas. I had known that the girl was weird, had been told to stay away from her, but I did not expect a bubbly young woman with a sense of purpose, and self-confidence, I wish I had. I liked her from the moment I first saw her. Even if she did not make sense to me most of the short time, since I had arrived.
“The house likes me?”
“Yes, she approves of you. Only when she likes someone does she smell like that.”
She laughed at my expression, a mixture of confusion and disapproval, and waved me further into the entrance.
The white marvel floors where exquisite, and despite the need of touch ups, updates and a dire need for wall paint, the home was beautiful. Overwhelmed I forgot for a second how crazy the caretakers words sounded and took a deep breath, breathing in more of the welcoming sugary, cinnamon scent.
“This is really mine? All of it?”
She nodded excitedly.
“All yours.” She giggled, hugged me quickly, another habit of hers, I had the feeling I would have to get used to.
“You have no idea, how much fun you two are going to have! She is a special place, precious. And now you are her Keeper.”
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
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