Nine-year-old twins kneeled before the travel trunk in the attic.
“Where’s that key you found?”
“Here,” squealed Alexa,
Small hands tossed yellowed clouds of tissue paper around them. A soft thump sounded.
They stared at the red box; lid popped, brooch spilled. Alana grabbed it. “Love always, Caesar?”
“But that’s not gra…
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“Grandma, who is Caesar?” Alexa asked.
“It’s Chey-za-rrey . He was my Italian dance partner.”
“And this brooch?”
“From Cesare.” Grandma turned away; eyes blurring.
The twins blushed.
‘He’s gone now,” Grandma said.
The twins looked at each other. Before Grandpa?!
I’ve been meaning to try this challenge for a while. Here I am: (Join us).