Chapter Twenty-Four
The Old Victorian Mansion, Pacific Heights
She was back, stepping through the side screen door. It was eerily silent. The last auntie had died during the months Lu was in Greece. She had always known she would inherit the old mansion. She was filled with sadness, nonetheless. Orpha, Vergie, and her namesake Lucille. Lu walked through the parlor and the sitting room. Everything was as they had left it. The velvet divans. Deep leather armchairs facing them. Burgundy silk wallpaper, hand painted. Ordered from Europe. Candles still filled crystal chandeliers. Green and silver velvet draperies. Tables with silver framed photos. Many of Lu. Trinkets. Quite exquisite. The aunties’ portraits hung over the massive fireplace. Locked in a different era. Perfection, back in the d
