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BROWN SHELLS HOLDING KEYS

My husband came home grinning from ear to ear, "Why are you in good mood?" I asked.

"How would you feel about moving?"
"Why?"
"Because honey, your childhood home is up for sale. I put a bid in," he said.
That made me smile. I hugged him. "Are you for real?" I asked.
"Oh yeas I am. I was on a job right next door and got to talking to the current owner. He said he was looking to sell. He decided just that morning said with his wife dead and his kids all up he don't need a big place anymore. I told him my wife grew up in this house and I'd like to buy it. So you wanna move there?"

"Oh yes I do."
"Okay then I'll call some mortgage companies and get this ball rolling." He kissed me and went into the other room.
It seemed as though my luck was finally changing. This past year has been rough on all of us. I lost my job at the newspaper then I miscarried. I thought the move is just what we needed; a new beginning and getting away from the city. I knew my daughter, Anna, would love growing up there, just as I did.
A whole month passed before we could move in. We hired some of John's co-workers to help us move. We arrived at home. I grabbed Anna out of the car seat and practically ran up the stone steps.
The outside looked the same with only a recent coat of paint added. I opened the door and floods of memories enveloped me. Memories of wonderful times and memories of my mother.
The previous owner did not change anything other then some new tile on the kitchen floor, new cabinets and fresh paint on the walls. He left the area rugs, we didn't have any when I lived here.
Anna ran around as I sat on the steps leading upstairs and thoughts of my mother drifted back. We were so close. She taught me to cook. I used to help her around the house. I loved her so much.
My mother died when I was 13. The investigation on her death went cold with in months of her murder. She was closing the diner, it was after midnight, someone came in. The police said it was a robbery gone bad. She was shot once in her head.
Dad found her. He was getting worried since it was 1 am and she wasn't home. He woke me and said he was picking up mom. The rest is unsolved. After mom died, we sold the house and moved to the city. Mom's been dead for 17 years.
John came in and saw tears running down my face. "You okay Ellie?"
I shook my head. He sat down beside me and put his arm around me, "I love you, Ellie."
"I love you, too."
The guys showed up with the truck. John looked at me

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