Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 30's

“And this cap.” Rachel found a large round straw hat with a grove of flowers along its edges. “Owns grandma Ketlin. I always wished I had met him. My dad said that grandma ketlin was as fun as Grandpa Robert.”

Jenson watched Rachel wipe the edges of the hat. “If it's grandma Ketlin's hat, I believe. How about this?” He found a black derby hat and wore it with perlente.

“You are,” Rachel said with a carefree laugh for the first time after days of putting on a tense face. “All you need is a high-collared white shirt and a stick. View.” He pulled Jenson towards a tall noble glass that needed a lap to be vercemin clear. Mareka observed each other.

“Graceful pair,” muttered Jenson, though her warm clothes looked loose on Rachel's hips and nose were dusty. “All you need is a small straight skirt sweeping the floor and a lace blouse with shoulder pads.”

“And a cameo stone on the ribbon,” he added while trying to imagine it. “No, I'll probably be wearing pof pants."

“The hat still suits you.” Jenson turned around to slightly correct the location. “Especially with your long, unraveled hair. I've always liked your long hair, even though you look like a confused and big-eyed person when you used to cut it short.”

“That time I was fifteen.”

“And you just came back from the Canary Islands with the longest and most brown legs I've ever seen in my life. I almost ate my plate when you stepped into the living room.”

“You are still in college and working with a cheerleader.”

Jenson grinned. “Your legs are nicer, than that cheerleader.”

Rachel pretended to be less interested. He remembered the visit once, but was surprised and satisfied that Jenson still remembered it.

“I'm surprised you still notice or remember.”

“I told you that I am a careful observer.”

Rachel responded to the attack with a brief nod. “We'd better start decorating. Jesica said, the boxes are on the left and are clearly marked.” Without waiting for Jenson's approval, Rachel turned around and began to search. “Yes for mercy.” He stopped again when he saw the pile of boxes, twenty, maybe twenty-five. Jenson stood next to Rachel, then buried her hand in her pocket.

“You think we can hire people to help?”

Rachel sighs. “Scroll up your sleeve.”

Several times they were able to haul two or three boxes one way and down the stairs. Sometimes it takes two of them just to carry one box. They stopped arguing, because arguing required too much effort.

With their bodies dirty and sweaty, they put the last boxes in the living room. Ignoring the dust in her trousers, Rachel was sprawled in a nearby chair. “Isn't it fun to transport all those boxes again after the new year?”

“Can we use plastic Santa only?”

“It will be comparable to her efforts” Gathering power, Rachel kneels on the floor and opens the first box. “Come start.”

White and silvery flower bouquets wrapped around and reach the stairs. The balls are bright red, striking green, as well as small lights waiting for nightfall.

“It looks good,” said Rachel. “Truly good. I guess I didn't, my parents came home at Christmas. Well..“ Rachel stopped talking, her parents never had time to go home. “I think we're ready to decorate the tree. Let's find the tree first.”

“You want to go looking now?”

“Of course not.” Rachel's been staring at the jackets in the closet. “We will go to the back forest and dig a tree.”

“Kita?”

“Sure. I hate it when people cut down trees and throw them away after the new year. The forest was filled with cute little pine trees. We'll dig up a trunk, then replant it after the holidays are over.”

“How agile are you using a shovel?”

“Don't insult my tiny hand.” Rachel throws Jenson's jacket at the owner, then takes her own. “Again, it would be nice to spend a little time outside after being in that cramped attic. We can drink hot tea when we're done.”

They stopped at the tool storage to pick up the shovel. Jenson takes two pieces and hands one to Rachel. The woman greeted him without blinking, then the two of them walked hand in hand through the drizzle towards the forest. The cold air was piercing and the smell of pine somehow felt stronger.

“I like it like this.” Rachel balanced the shovel on her shoulder and started to break through the forest. “So quiet, so separated. Grandpa is very careful, can bring a forest in the middle of the city like this.”

Jenson had the same thought, but was still shocked when she heard it from Rachel. “I always thought that you liked the mall more than the hitan."

“Indeed. But I like this too. What about this one?” He stopped in front of a tree.

“Do not, the stem is too bent.”

Rachel continued her path. “There is no harm in occasionally going to the mall to shop. Here is the tree.”

“Too high. We better dig the young one."

Rachel observes the tree in question, and she is forced to agree with Jenson. “Betul is also very high to be inlaid.”

They're looking for the next one. "This one looks good.” He stopped again and looked at a tree one and a half meters tall. Behind him, Jenson works hard to silence his own mouth. “The size fits perfectly with the living room.”

“Good.” Jenson buried her shovel to the ground. “Come to work immediately.”