Granma Lu's husband was immediately concerned when he saw his wife come into the living room. "What's wrong? You'd better sit down, my dear. You are out of breath and your face is all red. Come, come. I'll get you a drink of water and then you need to tell me what you are all worked up about."
"There now. What's going on?"
"Oh you just won't believe it. The city has hired a realtor to sell Marleewood instead of waiting for the auction in March. I thought maybe we could think of something to stall the auction and convince the city not to sell it. Marleewood has been the fun part of my life for so many years. I just can't hardly stand the thought of it not being part of my life. I wish I was filthy rich I would buy it and Marleewood would stand proudly for generations to come! It's a happy place, a place to sit and tell stories; real and make believe. It's a place to sit in the quiet and get yourself settled if you are upset. It's a place to watch children make friends and learn to share and develop talents they didn't even know they had. Oh my I can't even think of my life without it, but I guess I will have to. By the way would you go over and get my big trunk before that hateful realtor throws it in the trash. I'll make room for it in the spare bedroom. Yes, yes, I'll be alright. Right now I am going to the mailbox and get the mail. I'll have a spot made for it by the time you get back."
As Grandma Lu walked down the driveway to the mailbox the tears started again. "Old woman, you are just a sentimental old thing. When she went to open the mailbox she thought to herself, "I can still remember little Marlee getting the mail out of B's mailbox for her. She could barely reach it. She was so cute."
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Poor Grandma Lu. However, if I know her she will fight city hall. This is not over by a long shot.
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