My Grandma’s Old House

“That doesn’t give you the right to decide things behind my back!”

“You wouldn’t have found a damn thing without me!”

He kicked the chest.

It scraped across the floor. Something small fell from underneath and clinked against the boards.

He kicked the chest.

A tiny key, stuck to the bottom with yellowed tape.

I picked it up.

“Well. At least you finally did something useful.”

“Open it.”

The key stuck. I tried again.

Click.

“Open it.”

I lifted the lid. Declan leaned over my shoulder.

Inside lay several flat packages wrapped in protective paper.

“What is it? Jewelry?”

I unwrapped the first one.

An old comic book. Superman on the cover.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Click.

I unwrapped another. And another. Every one was packed with care.

“They’re comic books.”

“I can see that!”

He dropped into an old chair.

“I thought we actually found something.”

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