O L Gregory

She Waves O L Gregory

I don't know what to believe anymore. I had a mother. That's it, just a mother. But then there was a house fire, and well, no more mother. I do have friends that might as well be family, and I am grown, so life could be worse I suppose. At least, that's what everyone keeps telling me. It takes a bit of support from those around me, but I do get my life together and moving forward. Eventually, I buy my own home. A beautiful, old, Victorian-Style house that I'd admired my entire life. What I hadn't counted on were the skeletons in the old home's closets. Nothing could have prepared me for how that house's past would affect my future.* * * * * * * * * *Miss Mary, I love her. It's her house that I bought. She a kind, old lady. She's like the grandmother I never had. Every morning, and every afternoon, she used to wave at the kids walking back and forth to school. They waved back, and a few would sometimes stop by to chat. She's a pillar in our community, all because she took the time to wave. When I was a kid, actually from since before I can remember, right up until the stroke that forced her out of the house, Miss Mary waved. I could never get her to tell me why she'd started doing it. But, as time went on and I slowly befriended the rest of her family, I realized they harbored a secret. Something happened in the house years ago. Whatever that secret is, it's why she waves.