SIXTY-THREE
Jackson watched Justice as she flitted about the cottage, a gentle smile on her face as she caressed the homemade furnishings and ornaments left behind by the previous owners. They’d put what few belongings they had away and given the place a clean. After so long unoccupied, the dust had settled, but after a few hours all the surfaces gleamed and Jackson got to sit and watch Justice as she rearranged the knick-knacks in some kind of order that clearly made sense to her.
He’d suggested getting rid of a lot of it, but she wouldn’t hear of it.
‘The people who built this house filled every corner with the labours of their hands and attention. They’re gone and we’ve taken their place, but that doesn’t mean we can just throw out everything they made to make room for new stuff. Bes
