They'll arrive tomorrow to investigate my murder. I've only been dead for a century plus fifty. What's their hurry? It can wait another century.
Although, I would like to get away from Hannah. The minister promised until death do us part, but Hannah is still clanging around this old house too.
She's preparing for our grandchildren to arrive in a few hours. There are some greats, attached to the front of the word grandchildren, but I can't keep track, so they are all grandchildren.
Pardon me. My manners are a little rusty. My name is Otto Kubbern of 77777 Warren Woods Road, Three Oaks, Michigan. Not actually my street address. Don't remember the numbers after all these years, but I know I am on Warren Woods Road. There is a street sign on the corner out front.
Preparing the house for grandchildren is woman's work. It will keep Hannah out of my hair.
Preparing the grandkids for life is my work. I'm headed to the attic to dig the dirt off the extra Bible that's been stashed away for a century or so. I'll also loan them my favorite cross. It may sit on the mantle, the place of honor.
I do believe these stairs get a little steeper every day. After the last trespassers moved out—they had the legal papers—but legal papers don't give them a right to be in my house. Built this house for my family and as God as my witness, my family will live in this house.
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