Gemotions

Clara tapped her foot impatiently as her brother, David, haggled with the lawyer. He was taking *forever*. She had far more important things to occupy her attention. This house, with its original hardwood floors and intricate crown molding, was a treasure. David, with his chaotic lifestyle and questionable taste, didn’t seem to grasp the value of it.

She’d spent her entire childhood dreaming of this place, fantasizing about the possibilities. Now, it was hers, or at least, mostly hers.

She walked over to the window, gazing at the overgrown garden. She imagined the perfectly manicured lawns, the vibrant flowerbeds, the statues she would place strategically throughout the space. Yes, she thought, a slow smile spreading across her face. This was going to be perfect.