So much stuff.
Did Leo have nothing better to do than collect stuff?
‘What was he trying to tell me?’
“Gabe?” Sophie called down the stair well.
“Down here, babe.”
She descended a few steps and peeked into the basement. Gabe stood amidst the labyrinth of newspapers and boxes his father had left behind.
“Wow…!”
“Leo wasn’t a hoarder, but you can see it from here. He always knew that one article near the bottom of that rear pile would come in handy someday.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I need to work fast. The bottom layers are turning into coal.”
“I mean, do you need to sort through it all? Pay someone to haul it off.”
“Don’t think I haven’t thought of that, Soph. But I’ve heard about people finding money hidden in the pages of old books. I’ll worry about losing a fortune plus f
