Jack sat down on the large brown leather sofa and tried to get comfortable. The past seventy-two hours had gone by so fast. He still remembered rereading the text he had received from his sister Rachel.
-Jack. Grandpa's dead. You need to come to the funeral.-
Jack had been going to school in Paris, France as part of his scholarship. He originally wanted to play professional tennis but there was not that many schools that would fund such a thing so he chose to go over as part of the exchange student program. He had spent nearly a whole year over there. Learned French, visited all the famous French sites and even ate all the delicious French cuisine. Jack was having the best time of his life up until he had received that text. it hit him like a wrecking ball right in the chest.
Grandpa Mortimer or "Morty" as he liked to have people call him was jack's favorite grandpa. Mortimer was a traveling salesman or had been for supposedly forty years. Jack would always see him with some knick knack or souvenir from another state or county. Some of the things he had seen when coming over to his grandfather's house weren't the things you'd expect to find in a salesman's home. Often times, he wondered whether or not his grandfather did some illegal things. Mortimer however didn't seem like a crook or someone who did bad thing. He always said hello, always smiled, and was generally happy all the time. Jack had never seen his grandfather frown . He always seemed healthy despite being over seventy so his death was even more of a shock.
Jack also wondered where his grandfather had acquired the money for such a large house. When he had visited last he had been fifteen. His grandpa had lived in a small one bedroom home. The large home had pulled up to when he arrived by cab earlier that day seemed way out of his grandfather's financial grasp. Where had all the money come to buy that, he had wondered. The front yard was bigger than most peoples homes. The grass had begun to grow long. Apparently, no one cared enough to mow Grandpa Morty's lawn since he was dead. That's when he saw Rachel standing on the brown brick porch along side a tall, thin man dressed in a black suit and grey rimmed glasses.
Jack barely recognized his sister standing there with long brunette locks. Last he had seen her was before he went off for school. She had been a blonde then. Her blue eyes and thin frame gave her away though. Jack smiled, trying to seem friendly. He and his sister had not parted in the best of ways but it was awkward enough standing there in Grandpa's lawn and not say anything. Rachel didn't smile exactly but she had introduced the attorney, who smiled and offered Jack his hand. Jack had shook it and they all went inside and listened to the reading of the will.
Inside, the house felt like a castle. The foyer seemed large enough to be a hotel. The floors were of dark cherry wood. There was even an old stair case that separated the next room in to two hallways. They went in to one of the adjoining rooms and sat down. there was a large stone fireplace with what looked to be an old, iron rams head sticking out of the mantle. Jack thought it was creepy as hell. He wondered what sort of tastes his grandfather had developed over the years.
The attorney and his sister sat on the couch directly across from his. The attorney's bald head gleamed from the firelight. The man sat cross legged and set his briefcase down on the floor by him. He held the will in his hands which looked several pages thick. Jack had wondered what exactly Mortimer would leave him. He certainly had never mentioned will to Jack. The attorney flipped more than half way through the will then stopped at a page and put his finger on the page and began to read. Jack had watched Rachel nearly jump out of her seat with joy at hearing she had been left Grandpa's old white Packard. But then that joy went to silence when the attorney announced that Jack was to be given the house and a special something in it. That's when the attorney got up and handed Jack a manila envelope with the words "Jack's eyes only." written on it. the attorney left promptly after that.
Jack opened the envelope and read the letter inside. It said that there was a special book downstairs in the basement on Mortimer old writing desk. It had said for Jack to be extra careful and to look after it when he was gone. Jack honestly was stunned. Rachel at that time had looked less than happy though that could've been the firelight.
Now Jack sat there and waited. His sister's blue eyes gleamed. His curiosity was piqued. What sort of book would require him to look after it, he wondered. He could not recall if his Grandfather actually read anything. Jack sat there and thought it over. He could feel his sister's stare bore into him. Was she curious too? He couldn't tell. She hadn't said so much as a word since the attorney had left. He had of course read it out loud so she knew what the letter had said.
"Well I'm going to go see what this book is," he declared, rising to his feet." You can come if you want." Jack didn't wait and went off in search of wherever the basement door might be. After a few misses through trial and error, he found it and went down into the basement. He peered down into the dark and took a step down. Old wood creaked under his weight. Jack went down a few more steps and searched for alight switch with his hand as he went down. He didn't find one so he kept going despite the darkness. He stopped when he felt cold concrete under his feet. He took a few steps then stopped when he heard creaking on the steps again. He turned and saw his sister's eyes in the dark.
"You wouldn't know where a light is, would you?" he asked her, looking around in the heavy gloom.
Rachel hated this and hated being here. She had known that Grandpa Morty wasn't in perfect health but she didn't realize how bad of health he was in. She of course knew that he was going to die at some point. Still she had hoped that he would make it another couple of decades. At least he had passed away fairly peacefully. It was time to go and get his affairs in order though. She had to text Jack and she didn't like the idea of that but he was needed for this. He had been left something.
At least this wouldn't take too long. She had seen Morty more recently than Jack and she doubted that Jack would care enough to stay more than a day or two. She didn't know how she felt about Jack coming back. She was happy about it but at the same time if they got into anything too deeply he'd start talking to her and that always led to trouble. The last time they had spoken....well Jack had been right but he had been right for the wrong reasons.
She stood outside waiting for him while the lawyer waited inside. She held a baseball in her hand. Something to keep herself busy while she waited. She looked at the lawn and sighed. Whomever got the house would have a lot of work to do. She wasn't sure if she wanted it or not. It was nice property but at the same time it was more work than she wanted to put into at the moment. A lot of stuff was more work than she wanted at the moment.
