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It's not often that we speak of the Old House. On the rare occasions when we do, my brother and I talk in muted whispers, as though afraid that THEY might be eavesdropping. They're not, of course. They couldn't come with us because the Old House is their home, always was and always will be.I can’t tell you when we first saw them, except to say we were very young. Young enough to nod politely at their unexpected arrival and return their gentle smiles, without questioning what right they had to wander through OUR bedrooms in the dead of night. They wereRead more: Short Story: The Old House | Shortbread It's not often that we speak of the Old House. On the rare occasions when we do, my brother and I talk in muted whispers, as though afraid that THEY might be eavesdropping. They're not, of course. They couldn't come with us because the Old House is their home, always was and always will be.I can’t tell you when we first saw them, except to say we were very young. Young enough to nod politely at their unexpected arrival and return their gentle smiles, without questioning what right they had to wander through OUR bedrooms in the dead of night. They wereRead more: Short Story: The Old House | Shortbread
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