The sign and number of cars indicated that this house was the estate sale. Sarah prepared herself for venturing into someone else’s house, someone who either no longer lived, or at least, not here.
Walking through the door told her everything, almost. Blue and mauve was a sure sign of the late 80s. Furniture was well worn, especially the big recliner. The man’s recliner…Sarah thought. He was the last to leave.
The high ceilings and fans over the dining room and the dining furniture showed the couple had been well off; no Jerome’s or MOR furniture here. Oak, real oak—and Lenox china ware, a complete set? Waterford lead crystal? Ireland?
Sarah passed through the kitchen with its separate dining table, a mid-century set. Now that’s worth some money, she thought as she ran fingers along the maple. The then much younger couple must have loved this during the 1960s.
The bedroom was a bigger story about the couple’s lives together. Travel. Native American artwork. Framed movie posters lined the walls. MASH. Hmm, they loved MASH.
Sarah began crying in the bathroom. Hair rollers in a plastic bag, shower cap, and rows of nail polish lined the counter. She picked up a purple vinyl purse and promised herself she would use it.
Then the man’s attached office told of his fascination—no, obsession with Star Trek and X-Files. Rows of video tapes, graphic novels (comic books), and collectibles lay casually on shelves. How long had he been amassing this stuff?
The other two bedrooms had been her rooms. Loved dolls, giraffes, Hallmark special Christmas ornaments. His room was all Sci-Fi and her rooms were filled with a soft love.
The garage was the final stop. It told the final chapter. Sarah’s eyes watered as she held rusted hammer and tools, beheld the walker and raised bathroom seat, and saw “50 cents” attached to one golf club. It was too much to bear.
She paid for the purse, 25% off the $5.00, and hurried away from the house. Inside her car, Sarah opened the purse and appreciated its construction.
In one zipped pouch was a scrap of paper. It read, “Pick up t-bone steak for dinner.” It was for him. Sarah found a tissue and wiped her eyes.