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Brian dropped his head, then lifted it quickly. The large framed photograph was heavy and the day had been long, but he didn’t want to offend Mrs. Hudson.
“Are you tired, dear?” asked the tiny little lady, her gray-blue hair a tight helmet over watery blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. “Would you like some lemonade?”
Brian turned, nodding. He was already regretting his generous impulse of the day before, when he saw the van and movers carting in a dizzying array of furniture and knick-knacks into the adjacent townhouse. As a former antiquarian, Brian knew quality when he saw it and he decided meeting the new neighbor would be a good idea. Mrs. Anthea Hudson turned out to be nothing like what he expected. Bird-like, with elegant hands and an easy smile, Mrs. Hudson had been a wife and mother, with no idea of the value of what she owned other than it was her family’s and she loved everything about her family. Brian spent a pleasant ten minutes meeting her and just before leaving, offered to help her “get settled.” The offer was quickly accepted.
The rest of this story is continued in...
December 2011 Edition of "20 in 5"
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