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<\/p>\nAfter a long silence, she turned to face me. \u201cMy name used to be Miller.\u201d For several seconds, I thought I had misunderstood her. The kitchen was so quiet that I could hear the faint hum of Nate\u2019s temporary work light and the tick of an old pipe cooling somewhere behind the wall. \u201cWhat?\u201d Opal wiped at one cheek with the back of her hand. \u201cBefore I married your grandfather-in-law, I was Opal Miller.\u201d She looked around the kitchen.<\/p>\n
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\u201cThis was my home.\u201d I stared at her. Not a home she had visited. Not a house belonging to some distant cousin. Her home. \u201cYou grew up here?\u201d Opal nodded. \u201cFrom the day I was born until I was twenty-three years old.\u201d She rested her hand on the pantry frame again. \u201cMy father measured us on this wood every birthday.\u201d I looked more closely. At first I saw nothing except scratches, dents, and decades of grime.<\/p>\n
Then Opal pointed. There, beneath several coats of yellowed varnish, were tiny horizontal lines. Beside one of them someone had carved: O.M. \u2014 10 Higher up: O.M. \u2014 14 And near my shoulder: O.M. \u2014 17 I felt goose bumps rise along my arms. \u201cOh my God.\u201d \u201cMy father was Harold Miller,\u201d she said. \u201cMy mother was Ruth.\u201d Her mouth trembled. \u201cAnd this house should never have left our family.\u201d That sentence changed the air in the room.<\/p>\n
I pulled out one of the folding chairs Nate and I had been using during renovations.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Opal gave me an irritated look.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m old, Emily. I\u2019m not made of glass.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop looking at me like I\u2019m about to break.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat anyway.<\/p>\n
I poured her water from the gallon jug we kept on the counter.<\/p>\n
She drank very little.<\/p>\n
Then she stared toward the window over the sink.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father built that porch with his own hands,\u201d she said. \u201cNot the original house. That was already standing when my parents bought it. But almost everything else? The pantry, the upstairs bathroom, the back bedroom, the barn that collapsed fifteen years ago. Daddy built all of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned against the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did the family lose it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Opal looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Her fingers tightened around the paper cup.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before she could continue, the front door opened.<\/p>\n
Nate\u2019s boots crossed the bare floorboards.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn here.\u201d<\/p>\n
He entered the kitchen carrying a toolbox.<\/p>\n
Then he saw Opal.<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma?\u201d<\/p>\n
Opal sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose the conspiracy is over.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate looked from her to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe saw the auction notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
Of course he understood immediately.<\/p>\n
Everyone in the family knew Opal read the legal notices.<\/p>\n
He placed the toolbox down slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt Linda?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t told anybody.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate relaxed slightly.<\/p>\n
Then Opal pointed at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd neither will you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I asked you not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat usually means something terrible is about to happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s because you\u2019ve known me your whole life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate glanced at me.<\/p>\n
I said softly, \u201cThe Millers were her family.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes moved back to Opal.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis house.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked around as if the walls had suddenly become different.<\/p>\n
Then he stepped toward the pantry doorframe.<\/p>\n
Opal showed him the marks.<\/p>\n
For a long moment he said nothing.<\/p>\n
Finally he laughed once, but there was no humor in it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re telling me we bought your childhood home at a tax auction?\u201d<\/p>\n
Opal looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what I\u2019m telling you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate rubbed a hand over his jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, that explains why you knew where the kitchen was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt explains more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in her voice made Nate stop moving.<\/p>\n
Opal placed the paper cup on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you both to promise me something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate and I exchanged a glance.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will not mention this conversation to Ronald.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ronald.<\/p>\n
She almost never called Nate\u2019s father by his full name.<\/p>\n
To everyone else, he was Ron.<\/p>\n
When Opal called him Ronald, it meant she was angry.<\/p>\n
Or frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Nate asked.<\/p>\n
Her eyes hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your father has spent forty years hoping this house would disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
Nate stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Dad have to do with this place?\u201d<\/p>\n
Opal looked toward the pantry.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than he ever wanted you to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate sat across from her.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She remained silent long enough that I wondered whether she had changed her mind.<\/p>\n
Then she began.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy parents had two children. Me and my younger brother, Walter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had never heard the name.<\/p>\n
Neither, judging from Nate\u2019s face, had he.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter Miller?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had a brother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Opal smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI still do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs far as I know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate stared at her as if the floor beneath him had shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy has nobody ever mentioned him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Opal folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause families are very talented at pretending certain people never existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
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