She tossed the leaves into the air and kicked the sod in the yard. Her dress followed her around and around and around, falling with her to the ground. A rippling string of giggles filled the languid afternoon.
"Allison!" A pause and again her nana called. She was summoned quickly inside the house. The young girl sprung up and ran towards Ms. Morris. This woman, well aged into her forties was solemn most of the time. It never occurred to Allison why though. It was simply not her business and interest to pry into people’s lives.
The halls were dark, with the piercing odor of wood and smoke emitting from candles and the floorboards. There was a large mantle with many portraits looming over it. The stairs poked out from a left at the end of the hall. She followed her nana upstairs to her parents’ chamber.
Allison’s hand was held firmly, meanwhile Morris rested her arm upon her shoulders pulling her back onto an embrace. It was indeed a slow afternoon and it shouldn’t take Allison time to consider what happened to her parents as the lay rested on their deathbed. She stood gaping while held back in case she decided to run or fling herself madly onto her parents’ dead bodies. It sunk in. She felt her cheeks burn and eyes fill with tears drowning her sight. And she never lived in that house after that day.