Left alone the sheriff slowly walked through the door into a large room. It had flowered wallpaper on the wall like he had seen years ago at an old relative's home. He smiled when he saw an old rocking chair. "Mom would like this place. It's so peaceful and comfortable looking. He touched the handmade afghan that covered the back and smiled. She would like this also." He sat down in the chair and wondered how many people had sat here and whose it was. He was soon to find out.
"You are sitting in my chair, young man. You can give my friends tickets and put my stepbrother in jail, but you cannot sit in my chair!"
The sheriff jumped up so fast he almost fell down at the feet of the older lady that he had seen crying earlier in the day. "This has to be Grandma Lu. The Grandma Lu who it seems the whole town loves. "Oh I am so very sorry. I didn't know. You know your friend was speeding. You don't want people to break the law do you? And I'm so sorry I made you cry, but that man you say is your step brother was breaking parole. There was nothing else I could do." Then the strangest thing happened. Grandma Lu started to laugh and laugh some more.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You are new to our little town, but this chair has a story I need to tell you. Sit! Not in my chair, but that one. It's close enough that you can hear me tell you the story of this chair." She waited until the young man sat in the chair closest to her. "You see this chair wasn't always mine. It used to belong to my mother-in-law and before that it either belonged to her father or her grandfather. It's history is a bit blurry before it was hers. You see she was one hundred three years old when she also yelled at me for sitting in this very chair!" The officer was amused as he watched the older woman finger the soft blanket that covered the chair. He listened to the story of the chair and shook his head as he listened. He was beginning to see why folks loved her. When Grandma Lu stopped talking for awhile he thought it might be a good time to ask some questions. "Would you mind if I asked who some of these pictures are of and why they are important to Marleewood? There are quite a few of them.
"Of course not. Which one would you like to know about? Oh that one is Bonnie. She was my first cousin, but everyone called her Bon Bon. She was a character for sure. She came to visit Marleewood one time and had heard some local gossip about there being tunnels under Marleewood and almost got me killed!" She started laughing so hard she started to choke. He got out of his chair and said, "Grandma Lu are you alright? Do you need some water?" He watched as the older lady caught her breath and said, "No. I'm fine. Memories of her either make me laugh or cry. She is gone now, but she will never be forgotten." She got up and walked over to the Lost and Found Closet and said it all started here. Right here in this closet we set up a table with mittens, hats, gloves you name it that people would leave after being here for stories or cooking or just enjoying the Quiet Room over there. What she did was push against the wall and it opened! Yes it did. She insisted that we go investigate to see if in fact there were tunnels. Well I got down there, but she got stuck in the door way. It seemed like forever before we got rescued. Oh those were the days, however, every day with Bonnie was an adventure even when we were children out on the farm..."
From the kitchen window the sheriff could see people still coming to Marleewood. It looked like a brother and sister were riding their bikes and a mom with four little boys were just arriving.
This is a bittersweet series. Love looking at all of the old pictures, but makes me a bit sad. It's wonderful to see the children grow up strong and healthy though. I wonder what other rules Marlee and Grandma Lu will teach the sheriff. lol
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