“I was so excited when they read the will!” Jessica said to her friend Sherry as they followed the GPS directions to the property. “I can’t wait to satisfy my curiosity about what it looks like.”
Sherry gazed out the window at people breakdancing in front of a store. “Me too. Interesting locale.”
Jessica shrugged as she turned left. “Yeah, a bit funky, but isn’t it better to get real estate as an inheritance than a pile of money?”
“Sure is,” her friend agreed. “You’d just spend the money, but now you have something for the future, even if it’s a challenge to redecorate.”
“Decorating is my dream. I love to putter around with colors and fabrics. Just haven’t had the opportunity so far.” Jessica parked in front of a tiny house perched on a quarter of a lot. The women stared at it for a minute.
“Well,” Sherry said. “Small houses can be really cute when they’re all fixed up.”
The women exited the car and walked up to the turquoise door. Jessica had been given a key by her deceased great-aunt’s attorney. She opened the door and they stepped inside.
“Gosh, it’s certainly eccentric!” Sherry said. “But in a good way, I mean. I knew your aunt was an artist, but I didn’t realize she had graffiti all over her own walls. And look at this crazy furniture!”
Jessica nodded. “Yeah. Okay, it will take some getting used to, but I like it already. It’s unique!”
“Unique is a good word for it.” Sherry walked up the stairs and pointed to a large teak cabinet with intricate scrollwork. “What’s this weird thing? There’s a note with your name on it.”
Jessica plucked the note off of the cabinet and unfolded it. “Dearest Jess, please take loving care of all the special things in my house, especially the plants in the kitchen. They’re my babies. Make this home your own, but never open this cabinet. Ever! Love, Auntie Arabella.”
The women read the message again, looked at each other, and then stared at the cabinet. It was silly not to open it, right?