“Don’t forget my pie,” said Angel while dropping the car keys in her purse. Then she led the way to a door that opened to an elevator that carried them up into the main house where they exited into a foyer. All about the cavernous room stood statues of robed figures from ancient times, resting upon white pillars outlined in gold. From a Wedgewood ceiling hung a breathtaking crystal chandelier. The only non-decorative piece in the room rested next to the elevator. “Can’t catch me now that I’ve got my chariot,” quipped Angel having traded her walker for a motorized wheelchair. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“Does this place come with a map?” asked Molly, excited by the grandeur but apprehensive at circumstances that defied human reason.
“Shouldn’t be a problem for a girl with a photographic memory,” said Angel, who then revved up her safety rider and headed toward a hallway on the opposite side of the lobby. But Molly didn’t immediately follow. She stopped to consider how her lively companion could possibly know about her gifted memory. “You coming or not?” called Angel as she waved excitedly from across the room.
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry.”
The bright light from the chandelier revealed a sweetness in Angel’s face that put Molly at ease. “I want you to see my favorite room first,” said Angel as they entered the library. “Don’t like to boast but I’ve read every book in here at least once.” An astonishing claim considering the multitude of books rivaled a city library. At the center of the room stood a pedestal with a glass case that contained a single Golden Key. Molly moved closer to get a better look.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” said Angel rolling her chair beside Molly. The object sparkled under a beam of light from the ceiling.
“What does it mean?” asked Molly.
“What do you want it to mean?” said Angel who then wheeled around and motioned for Molly to follow. Again, in the lobby they processed to the entrance to another room where Angel stopped and pointed to a closed door. “This is the saddest room in the house.”
Angel’s pronouncement alarmed Molly.
“You’ll know what I mean when you see it. Go ahead. Open the door.”
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