Finding Him at Home (Holliday Book 1) by Sarah R. Silas

Author:Sarah R. Silas [Silas, Sarah R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

A summer rainstorm had moved swiftly over the mountains, and Lilith woke to rain pelting the windows and leaking from the ceiling of her new room. New to her anyway, she reminded herself. She hoped Grandmother Aggie had also found reason to be drenched in morning rain. It was somewhat comforting to consider the possibility that both their lives were similar in some way. Aggie had always been portrayed as a rough and tumble woman, ready to take on the world, if only to conquer it, rather than enjoy it.

Lilith laid in bed, staring at the droplets of water as they drip, drip, dripped all over her blanket. Perhaps she should ask Marty to fix the ceiling, but he probably had a lot of work to do. She would have to endure it or, she thought, perhaps she should fix it herself.

Spurred on by the possibility of emulating grandmother Aggie, she tip toed downstairs, not knowing the time, and not wanting to wake up her father. She knew that her father kept some rudimentary supplies for just this sorta situation in a side closet. Her bare feet padded along the stone floor in the most neglected wing, the South Wing, and towards the supplies closet.

This was the wing of the house that held most of her father's oldest memories. Saul had mentioned that when his stepfather died, he had uttered the word 'finally.' He had moved the entire house from the South Wing into the other side of the house. While he was adamant that he loved his stepfather, he didn't want to live in the same part of his house as his mother ever again.

She could feel her heritage in the stone floors, almost imagining the subsequent generations of rancher's sons and daughters marching down the hallways, perhaps to the tune of an older, better era, when the ranch would host parties and dances, rather than tend to leaky ceilings. She supposed her grandmother was the first and last generation to experience it, as Lilith's great grandfather was the only one who loved mining, money, and more wealth. Or at least, that's how Saul put it.

The Hollidays were humble people and one generation's blight and extravagance was what remained of a brief moment in one patriarch's life. At least, this was the way it made sense to Lilith. She would probably never understand Saul, let alone the bygone generations that came before her father.

She found the closet with the supplies, hidden in a dusty back hallway, and proceeded to take out caulk and a drywall knife. She didn't think she needed anything. She was light on her feet as she found her way back to her room. The floors had gotten colder, she thought.

She climbed on top of the couch, trying to reach towards the ceiling. She could barely reach it. She tried to spread the caulk on the crack, smoothing it with the drywall knife. While she couldn't reach it, she tried using the drywall knife's shape to poke the caulk into place.

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