Gemotions

The musty scent of the old house swirled around Emily as she sat at the kitchen table. She'd been waiting for this for weeks. Her grandmother had passed away a year ago, and now, finally, she had the opportunity to go through her belongings. The old photo album sat before her, beckoning.

She opened the album, and her breath hitched. The first few pages were familiar, documenting the standard milestones of family life. Then, a photograph caught her attention. It was her grandfather, in a flamboyant costume, a feather boa around his neck, striking a pose. She had always known him as a quiet, reserved man. Emily chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. This was going to be a fun afternoon.