6. Little Details

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

Dahlia sat me down one day a few weeks after her arrival.

“You seem to be having a good day, so I wanted to kind of have a family meeting,” she said, sitting beside me on the living room couch.

“What's up?” I asked.

“Well, I've been handling calls and meetings with the lawyer and the insurance people and everything, and I wanted to know what your plans are for the house. It's yours, in case you were wondering, and it's the bulk of the estate. There's some insurance money and minor investments, but the house was the biggest thing. What do you want to do?”

I sighed. “I don't know. I'm supposed to go to school in New York, but that got put on hold because of finances.”

“Well, if you sold the house then you'd have more than enough to finish your degree, right?” Dahlia asked.

“But what do I do with all this stuff?” I gestured at the room around me. “If I sell this place, and get rid of their belongings, it's like I'm saying my family didn't exist. That happened to me once, it's not a nice feeling.”

Dahlia nodded and put a comforting arm around me. I hypothesized that I must have looked tired or upset. I put my head on her shoulder, because having my sister was frankly very comforting. I didn't resent her attempt to console me the way I might with someone else.

“I can understand wanting to honour their memory,” she said.

“Yeah, but it's not very practical,” I pointed out with a sigh. “I can't stay here and be a custodian. I want to finish school.”

“Why not just pick out the things that are most important to you? Family pictures, maybe some furniture or whatever, and then put anything else you're fond of in storage, and junk or sell the rest.”

I nodded. “I guess I just needed it put in perspective. I didn't want to betray them.”

“I'm sure they wouldn't see it that way. They know you have goals and they wouldn't want you to hold yourself back.”

I hugged her. “Thanks, Dee.”

“No prob, Cee.”

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