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Shelley and the angels discovered a locked diary in the basement along with newspapers from 1889. Jason is just a little frustrated. Here's part of their discussion:
Jason stared at the diary sitting in the
middle of the kitchen table. Aunt Marian told him to leave it in the kitchen
and not to take it to his room. “Yeah, she’s afraid I’ll rip the book open,” he
muttered to himself. “She’d be right.”
Grinning for talking to himself, Jason
gently picked up the diary and turned it from front to back. He was fascinated
with the old book, wondering what could be inside.
“You know that diary is probably over a
hundred years old,” Jonathan said pointing to the book in Jason’s hand as he
pulled out a chair and sat next to Jason. Honey and Cookie sat side-by-side
between Jason and Jonathan intently watching the boys.
“It looks old, but there’s no date on it. How
do you know how old it is?” Jason asked, holding the cover close to his face to
see if he could see it any better.
“We found some newspapers. Remember?”
Jonathan said, petting Honey on her head.
“I don’t know. I was helping Shelley,” he
answered trying the back side of the book up close.
“Well, we did. They were dated in March of
1889. 1889 Jason. Did you hear me? 1889. That’s over a hundred years ago,”
Jonathan said watching Jason turn the diary over and over. Cookie jumped up and
put her front paws in Jonathan’s lap, pushing Honey away. Both dogs were craving
attention since Shelley moved across the street.
“I heard. A hundred years. It doesn’t
matter how old it is if we can’t open it,” Jason said setting the diary gently
on the table.
“What are you doing?” Eric asked walking
to the refrigerator to get a glass of milk. Freckles trailed behind him and
waited at the refrigerator. “Don’t let Aunt Marian see you with that diary.”
“She said I couldn’t take it into our
bedroom. She didn’t say I couldn’t look at it,” Jason said.
Eric pulled out a chair across the table
from Jason and Jonathan and sat down. Freckles sat next to him watching the
table. “Maybe Uncle Mike or Deputy Jerry can pick the lock?”
“Deputy Jerry can’t pick locks Eric. He’s
a cop,” Jason said appalled at Eric’s suggestion. He absently started petting
Honey.
“Ok. Don’t get excited,” Eric said smiling
at Jason. “Anyway, he can probably figure out how to open the diary without
breaking it.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Jason said leaving the
table to look for a snack. He opened both doors of the refrigerator and stood
between them holding the doors open with a hand on top of each door. “Is there
anything to eat?”
“Pie maybe. There’s always cookies,” Eric
said turning around to watch Jason.
“You guys want some cookies?” Jason said
shutting the refrigerator doors with a loud slap. He lifted the top off of the
cookie jar and pulled out a handful of cookies.
“Sure,” Jonathan said. “You want some
milk?”
“Ok,” Jason said. Jonathan held out a glass of milk to
Jason. He took the glass and sat at the table to eat the cookies.
“Aunt Marian called Mr. Rosses after
dinner,” Eric said biting into a peanut butter cookie. He broke off a small
piece and fed it to Freckles.
“Why?” Jason said shoving a whole chocolate
chip cookie into his mouth.
“About the stuff in the basement,” Eric
said sighing. “Boy that diary is messing with your brain. Don’t you remember
anything? Shelley said everything in the basement belongs to him. Including the
diary.”
“Oh. That’s right. Is he going to let
Shelley keep anything?” Jason said, breaking up a cookie and putting the pieces
in his mouth.
“She said he’ll come over on Saturday to
look in the basement, but that he only wants anything about his family,” Eric
said.
“That means the diary Jason,” Jonathan
said.
“Why the diary?” Jason whined. “I wanted
to keep it.”
“It probably belongs to some old relative
of Mr. Rosses, Jason,” Jonathan said. “It was in the basement of his old
house.”
“I guess,” he said dejectedly, staring at
the diary laying in the middle of the table.
“But that means Shelley and Deputy Jerry
can keep all of the junk down there. The best part is the newspapers,” Eric
said.
“Why? What’s so good about old
newspapers?” Jason said.
“It’s history Jason. It’ll be fun to read
and see what was going on a hundred years ago,” Eric said.
“Maybe. I just want to open the diary,”
Jason said pushing away from the table.
“We better go to bed,” Eric said, walking
down the hall to their bedroom followed by the dogs. “We still have to go to
school tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is going to be a long day,” Jason
moaned, pushing past Eric and jumped on his bed. He pulled his pillow over his
head. “All I’m going to be thinking about is that diary.”
