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decided to walk down the hallway rather than go in

and watch a soap opera with Great-aunt Frances. The

kitchen was down the hall on the right. Just past it was

the dining room, and across from it was an office and

another door. All the furniture I saw looked old and

worn. Nothing was polished and sparkling like the

furniture in Grandmother Emma's house.

I opened the closed door and saw a stairway

going down into the basement. Then I heard Lester

Marshall's daughter Mae Betty filling the pail with

water somewhere behind me. so I closed the door and

went to the kitchen. Looking through it into the

laundry room. I saw her fuming over the sink and

mumbling to herself.

I was glad Felix hadn't come this far into the

house and seen the kitchen. If he thought the other

parts of the house were bad, he would think this was a

disaster. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned up not

only after breakfast but after last night's dinner and

maybe even yesterday's lunch. too. The table was

covered with dishes and glasses and some open food

containers. I wondered how long the bottle of milk

had been out and if it had turned sour.

The sink was filled with dishes. Why hadn't

they been put in the dishwasher? I wondered, but then

again. I didn't see anything that resembled a

dishwasher. The small refrigerator and the gas stove

looked old to me. However, although it was not nearly

as big as Grandmother Emma's kitchen, it was a nicesize kitchen with plenty of counter space. When it was

cleaned up, it would probably look very nice. I


Tags: V.C. Andrews Early Spring Horror