My own son and his wife locked my sick wife and me in the basement of our Victorian home, screaming, “This house is ours now.” Sitting in that dampness, I said to Isidora, “Hush! They don’t know what’s hidden behind that brick wall.” When they left, I moved a loose brick and revealed to my wife a secret I had kept for 43 years… My own son slammed the basement door shut with a force that rattled the old Victorian house, the sound echoing through stone and memory alike.
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