Post by Linda on Jan 13, 2018 7:12:33 GMT
It was early evening by the time Marie arrived at the house in Prescott. She had had a 12 hour flight from southern France which included the five hour layover in La Guardia. Then, Marie had had to rent a car and drive almost two hours south to the small desert town that she had never heard of til her grandmother had told her that her great aunt Sophie, who Marie had never even met, had decided to leave her great-grand niece a house in her will.
Pulling up the dusty dirt road that she really hoped it lead to the mysterious house by the aunt she'd never met. After a short drive, Marie stopped and put the rental car in park. Leaning forward,she undid her seat belt and gazed out the windshield curiously, there Marie saw a well-kept ranch-style home with a few trees, some bushes and a little red garden shed a few yards away. This must be the place, she thought as she remembered the brief description given to her by the lawyer.
Tired now, the cups of rest stop coffee and bars of chocolate had done nothing to make her feel any less exhausted than she already was after such a long trip. Marie heard her cell phone ringing softly, grabbing her leather tote bag, she found her phone and answered it. "Ah, oui grand-mere... I am finally here." Marie replied tiredly as she moved unthinkingly between French and English. "Non, I haven't gone in yet." she said as she opened the car door and got out of the car, surprised at the dry heat that radiated upwards from the ground. "Wow, it's hot here, mémé..." remarked Marie, a very blonde, almost white haired woman, dressed in faded jeans and a red t-shirt said as she hurried up a stone walkway to the old ranch style house wondering if it was as well-kept inside as it was out.
"Un moment, un moment... " Marie laughed as her grandmother fired questions at her as she pulled out her set of keys to unlock the front door. Her grandmother was almost, or possibly more excited, about the mysterious house than Marie was. Neither one of them had even guessed that Sophie might have property out here. It had been a big surprise to everyone in the family, and a huge problem transferring the deed and property to Marie. Her father was American, but he worked at the university in Paris teaching American History but hadn't been back in years. Her mother was French, born in a tiny village in Northern France. However, all this didn't really help her with claiming her inheritance, until her father had managed to obtain an American passport for her, and from there, thankfully, everything had gone somewhat smoothly.
Opening the front door with a push, Marie was surprised at how it seemed stuck, hard to move, and then sprung back effortlessly - it had almost been like somebody was holding it closed. Frowning slightly at this idea, Marie was suddenly distracted by her grandmother's inquiring chatter. "Wow... mémé... c'est adorable! It's so lovely!" Marie breathed as she stepping into the foyer, taken back by the fact that it had been redone in quite a warm modern, but not too modern, fashion, almost like something she would have done herself if she had had to refurbish an older house. Hardwood lined the floors with soft dove grey walls and a clean white wainscoting... and huge bay windows in the living room off to one side to let in the early evening light. "You say Sophie did this?" Marie remarked in surprise as she ran a hand over the polished wood on a table by the entrance thinking that she loved everything, it was like her great aunt had read her mind or peeked at the designer homes magazines mixed among the magazines on plant lore under her bed at her parent's apartment in Paris.
Pulling up the dusty dirt road that she really hoped it lead to the mysterious house by the aunt she'd never met. After a short drive, Marie stopped and put the rental car in park. Leaning forward,she undid her seat belt and gazed out the windshield curiously, there Marie saw a well-kept ranch-style home with a few trees, some bushes and a little red garden shed a few yards away. This must be the place, she thought as she remembered the brief description given to her by the lawyer.
Tired now, the cups of rest stop coffee and bars of chocolate had done nothing to make her feel any less exhausted than she already was after such a long trip. Marie heard her cell phone ringing softly, grabbing her leather tote bag, she found her phone and answered it. "Ah, oui grand-mere... I am finally here." Marie replied tiredly as she moved unthinkingly between French and English. "Non, I haven't gone in yet." she said as she opened the car door and got out of the car, surprised at the dry heat that radiated upwards from the ground. "Wow, it's hot here, mémé..." remarked Marie, a very blonde, almost white haired woman, dressed in faded jeans and a red t-shirt said as she hurried up a stone walkway to the old ranch style house wondering if it was as well-kept inside as it was out.
"Un moment, un moment... " Marie laughed as her grandmother fired questions at her as she pulled out her set of keys to unlock the front door. Her grandmother was almost, or possibly more excited, about the mysterious house than Marie was. Neither one of them had even guessed that Sophie might have property out here. It had been a big surprise to everyone in the family, and a huge problem transferring the deed and property to Marie. Her father was American, but he worked at the university in Paris teaching American History but hadn't been back in years. Her mother was French, born in a tiny village in Northern France. However, all this didn't really help her with claiming her inheritance, until her father had managed to obtain an American passport for her, and from there, thankfully, everything had gone somewhat smoothly.
Opening the front door with a push, Marie was surprised at how it seemed stuck, hard to move, and then sprung back effortlessly - it had almost been like somebody was holding it closed. Frowning slightly at this idea, Marie was suddenly distracted by her grandmother's inquiring chatter. "Wow... mémé... c'est adorable! It's so lovely!" Marie breathed as she stepping into the foyer, taken back by the fact that it had been redone in quite a warm modern, but not too modern, fashion, almost like something she would have done herself if she had had to refurbish an older house. Hardwood lined the floors with soft dove grey walls and a clean white wainscoting... and huge bay windows in the living room off to one side to let in the early evening light. "You say Sophie did this?" Marie remarked in surprise as she ran a hand over the polished wood on a table by the entrance thinking that she loved everything, it was like her great aunt had read her mind or peeked at the designer homes magazines mixed among the magazines on plant lore under her bed at her parent's apartment in Paris.
