As they climbed the steps, Nova slipped her arm through Camelia's. "Ok, much better. It would appear that you're not kidding."
Camelia made an effort not to worry. "This house is astonishing."
"Inform me regarding it. The manner in which the floors squeak when you stroll on them? The smell of that wood finish? I'm in paradise." She put her other hand over her heart.
"Folks, look at this!" James called from the other room.
Marcus and Nova surged in, and Camelia guided Tinka behind them.
"Here," Delia stage-murmured conspiratorially as she stroked a huge wooden urn. She pulled up on the top, isolating it from the segment underneath, similar to the retro cigarette holders that spread cigarettes out all around. Be that as it may, for this situation, it uncovered a level surface fixed with
