Annabelle’s reading glasses slipped from her nose. She pressed them back into place, studying Grace as if seeing her for the first time. “I don’t know what’s what about you, Grace. I truly don’t.” She gestured toward the living room with its shelves of knick-knacks. “To answer your question, yes, there are many things in this house that have been passed down the generations. But I can see a lot of it is junk and everything needs a good sorting through. I’ve always wondered if I could find something to bring to the Antiques Roadshow.”
“That’s what Mom and I said we should do if we found something that looked good.”
“Smart minds think alike.” Annabelle shook her head as she considered her belongings. “I used to be better about keeping the house up. After your grandfather died everything go
