a glass armoire filled with fine china
"Hello?"
CRASH! CRASH! The T-bones shatter the panes of dusty glass like
eggshells, demolishing the perfect undusty blue and white china
inside. The old man is startled and hits his head. Then there is a
weighty silence. You, Dave, and Barbara sneak out while the old man
recovers.
"My... priceless... collection!" he gasps, "Edith's...
gonna kill you!"
Maybe we shouldn't explore upstairs, after all. And the old man now
has every right to call the authorities. Hell, he's always had the
right. Maybe you shouldn't give heed to such nonsense and rumors.
Why the hell not? Dave wants to throw, too. The old man enters the
room, tired and shuffling now, quietly.
