Julie tried to ignore her stinging eyes as she started on the dining room. She told herself it was just the dust as she blinked hard and began to take the beautiful china out of the hutch. Julie took time to wrap each plate in newspaper before placing it in the box, but she had no illusions that her brothers were taking the same care in the kitchen.
A crash and tinkling of glass met her ears, but she refused to go investigate. Let the selfish jerks clean up their own messes.
"Aw, man, that might have been worth something!" Ed bellowed from the living room
Mike bellowed back, "Shut it!" and "Where's the broom?"
Julie assembled another box and started opening the drawers of the hutch. A long, tarnished, silver cake knife drew her attention. She took it out and squinted at the engraving on the handle: Michael and Anna, June 23, 1956.
Julie wiped at her uncooperative eyes as she placed the knife in the box for the auction. She turned back to the hutch and opened another drawer. She discovered a blue velvet box filled with tarnished gold spoons. They looked very old, as if they had never been used.
Mike walked in to check on Julie's progress. He snatched the box of spoons from her hands and tossed it onto the dining room table. "Don't get sentimental, Jules. We sell it all. Everything."
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