Page 64
Wilda went to a shelf full of books. “There’s so much stuff in here.”
“That’s why I’ve avoided it.”
She took out a book and opened it to the first page. “This is a first edition.” She checked a few more books. “A lot of them are.”
Rachel picked up a glass jar with a metal box lid and an attached handle. “You might have a small fortune up here, Milo.” She held the object. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s a nut grinder.”
She scowled. “How do you know that?”
“My grandmother has one in her kitchen.”
“Grandma Joy?”
“Yes.”
She turned the handle a few times. “Okay, cool.” She returned it to the shelf.
Wilda went to a box of old photos. “You can’t get rid of any of this stuff.”
Milo walked over to her. “I guess there’s no reason to. It’s not like I need the space.” He pulled out a few pictures and leafed through them. “It might be nice to get these to the family, though.”
“Are they still around?”
“Not locally. But there’s a granddaughter in Twin Falls. She’s in a nursing home there.”
“Goodness. If she has family, they might want these photos.”
“I’ll see if I can track anyone down.”
Rachel opened a box and pulled out a perfectly preserved wedding dress. “Oh my gosh.”
Wilda went to her. “That’s beautiful.”
“It would almost be worth getting married just to wear something like this.”
Milo scowled. “I think getting married is about more than the dress.”
“I don’t know. This is a beautiful dress.”
Wilda glanced at Milo. “I think Milo is right. If I ever did it again…” She sighed. “It’s who you're with. Not what you’re wearing.”
Rachel put the dress back in the box. “Tell that to the billion-dollar wedding industry.” She turned to Milo. “So, you wouldn’t care what your bride showed up in?”
“I’d just want her to show up.”
“Fine. I will gladly be the only shallow person in the room. If I ever did it. Which I don’t plan on doing, I want to be the most beautiful bride ever.”
“Every bride is the most beautiful bride ever in the eyes of her groom.”
Rachel pointed at him. “Now, see, if you had said that to me during our big blow-out over marriage, you might’ve been able to change my mind.”
“I didn’t want to have to change your mind, Rachel.”
She looked at Wilda. “See. What you see is what you get.”
Wilda nodded. “I believe you’re right.”
