(Neela) Step Two
May 22, 2012 21:06:34 GMT -5
Post by Erika Young on May 22, 2012 21:06:34 GMT -5
((I'd make a 'Doctor, Doctor joke but Erika'd hurt me.))
((Also, this conversation happens April 30th.))
Erika rubbed her eyes as she stopped packing the boxes away. When the lawyer had called to inform her that she had inherited her grandparent's home, he had neglected to inform her that no one had bothered to pack up any of their things after the funeral. Her parents said that they would fly out and help her if she wanted, but she'd told them it was fine and she would Fedex the boxes of things that they could keep. Photo albums, old things belonging to them, etc..
She could hang onto a couple of things, the china and things like that were still fine. The furniture looked like it could go in a museum, but she was stuck with that for a moment. When she was done she'd probably buy all new stuff. Particularly for the kitchen, which looked like it hadn't seen a new appliance since the early sixties. Maybe earlier. She looked at the 20th box she'd lugged down from the attic. She debated just setting the house on fire, getting a hotel room, and having the architect start from scratch.
She might still do that, but she wouldn't stoop to arson just yet. She still had to meet with her grandparent's lawyer for a couple of things. That, however, was rather low on her 'To do' list because lawyers just tended to make her job difficult. Her clients did too but she was going to ignore that thought for the moment. She dug into her pocket and pulled out the sheet that the doctor had given her the other day. She'd talked to all but one of the doctors, and once she'd talked to her she'd go ahead and make her choice.
She picked up her phone and started dialing the number of one 'Doctor Neela Black.'
((Also, this conversation happens April 30th.))
Erika rubbed her eyes as she stopped packing the boxes away. When the lawyer had called to inform her that she had inherited her grandparent's home, he had neglected to inform her that no one had bothered to pack up any of their things after the funeral. Her parents said that they would fly out and help her if she wanted, but she'd told them it was fine and she would Fedex the boxes of things that they could keep. Photo albums, old things belonging to them, etc..
She could hang onto a couple of things, the china and things like that were still fine. The furniture looked like it could go in a museum, but she was stuck with that for a moment. When she was done she'd probably buy all new stuff. Particularly for the kitchen, which looked like it hadn't seen a new appliance since the early sixties. Maybe earlier. She looked at the 20th box she'd lugged down from the attic. She debated just setting the house on fire, getting a hotel room, and having the architect start from scratch.
She might still do that, but she wouldn't stoop to arson just yet. She still had to meet with her grandparent's lawyer for a couple of things. That, however, was rather low on her 'To do' list because lawyers just tended to make her job difficult. Her clients did too but she was going to ignore that thought for the moment. She dug into her pocket and pulled out the sheet that the doctor had given her the other day. She'd talked to all but one of the doctors, and once she'd talked to her she'd go ahead and make her choice.
She picked up her phone and started dialing the number of one 'Doctor Neela Black.'
