"The oldest stuff is on bottom!" William groaned.
"Best get to moving."
The young man grumbled, but didn't argue. It would have been rude to tell her to help him open his own grandmother's trunks.
"I hope this is worth it. You know I'll have to restack them."
"But you're so strong, Bill."
"Best get to moving."
The young man grumbled, but didn't argue. It would have been rude to tell her to help him open his own grandmother's trunks.
"I hope this is worth it. You know I'll have to restack them."
"But you're so strong, Bill."
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Kaithlyn smiled, and examined the chests already laid out.
"Leather goods? What's Altar Accoutrements? Was your grandma a nun?"
William grabbed down another trunk.
Kaithlyn gasped, "A pentacle?"
"A what?"
"That 5 pointed star thing witches use."
"Nan Olivier wasn't a witch."
Kaithlyn opened the altar trunk, "Oh wow!"
"Okay, she was either a witch or running a dungeon."
"My Nan wasn't..."
"Well she was into something..."
Underneath was an old photo album.
Kaithlyn laughed, "Nevermind, you were right Bill. This is all party stuff."
"Give me that." William took the album and thumbed through the pages.
"Salem County Coven Club Dog Show '65." Kaithlyn grinned.
"I never heard of Nan owning a dog... Much less a Great Dane. He's huge!"
"Maybe because that would have been near the start of the Vietnam War?"
"Well, I doubt that many men were gone for it to show up in the photos."
"Maybe that's why they called it a Coven Club? No boys allowed?"
"Boys?"