The Mysterious Lady In Black

         I was unable to see anything but an eerie glow through the heavy drapes, but I knocked on the door anyway. The door slowly opened, and I wondered at that moment what on earth I was doing.  “Hi Nana, it’s me. Lisa, your granddaughter. I was on my way home and thought I’d stop in.” She looked at me, with her glasses low on the bridge of her nose as her eyes adjusted to the daylight. I hadn’t seen her for many months, maybe even a year, but I was walking by and something told me to stop.           My Nana. Whenever she came to our house it seemed as though she would always get sick, and then have to leave early. I know there is more to it, but everyone was always tight-lipped about it. I wondered sometimes if the fact that my father looked a lot like her deceased husband had anything to do with it. They were never divorced but they never lived together for as long as I could remember. I remember she would always send a check at Christmas, and when we were much younger she would come to the house with the best Banana Cake for my father’s birthday.           “Come inside and we can talk.”          It was a neat old house, with dual sun porches on either side of the front steps. The interior had the darkest walnut-stained wood trim, and I wanted to throw open the velvet drapes and let the light in that day. Once inside, I looked around the sparsely decorated interior. The grand table in the dining room had been replaced with a small, rickety card table and a couple of chairs. A smoldering cigarette lay balanced on the

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 14.05.2012
ISBN: 978-3-7368-8721-3

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To my husband for all of his help and hard work.