All Through the Night
Chapter One
Dale Huntley finished labeling and tying the last of the packages. The expressman had promised to call for them before ten o'clock. She gave a quick glance at the clock, and finding it was only half-past nine she sat back with a sigh of relief and closed her eyes for just a second.
It had been a hard time and she had not stopped for a moment to think of herself or her own feelings. But now, were all the little nagging duties accomplished that Grandmother had left for her to do before the relatives should arrive? With her eyes still closed she went swiftly down the list that was keen in her mind.
"Put all personal gifts, jewelry, heirlooms, private letters in the safety-deposit box in the bank." That had been done last week while Grandmother was still alive and alert to all that was going on about her, intent on leaving her world all in order for her going, interested in each item as if it were a game she was playing.
"You know," she told Dale with one of her old-time twinkles that gave her such an endearing look, "those cousins of yours that have been anything but cousinly in their actions, are ... read full excerpt from: All Through the Night ebook
