Chapter 9“Spooky, in an interesting way,” Layne commented when he and Kieran entered the attic after breakfast Sunday morning. There were windows at each end which let in some light, and three bare bulbs down the center that added more, but not enough to make the one long room at all inviting. At the far end from the stairs there were what appeared to be bits and pieces of unusable furniture—broken chairs, tables missing one or more legs, the frame of a wardrobe without doors or shelves, and more. “Why didn’t they throw those out?” he asked.
“Waste not, want not,” Granpa K said, materializing a few feet away. “Back then, you never knew what might come in handy, if for no other reason than to be burned in one of the fireplaces when we were snowed in for too long and close to running out of
