9. Leather

Something about the smell of old books always made her feel young again. If she had to guess it was the years she had spent sitting at her grandfather’s feet, listening to him tell stories of his travels all across the globe. She took a deep breath as they stepped into the old study, sighing contently.

“Smells like-”

“Mold?”

“Way to kill the mood, Greg.” she rolled her eyes. “History. It smells like history books. You know, like a library.”

“It may as well be one.” Greg sighed. “Come on, let’s sort this quick. The appraisers should be here around three.”

“I wish you wouldn’t have called them until after we had time to look through it all. It would have given us time-”

“I don’t have time, Cassidy. You might be a…Freelance writer or whatever you’re calling it now…But I have three kids and a business trip on Friday.” He shook his head. “Anything worth money goes. The rest you can deal with on your own time.”

Cassidy bit the inside of her cheek, a little bit harder than she probably needed to. Better to cause a little cut than a fight. Their dead grandfather’s office was no place for an argument after all.

“Fine, whatever.” She finally said. “He used to keep the older stuff in cases. He had to downsize from those when he moved here though.”

“Damn so they got exposed?” Greg groaned. “Nothing to be done for it I guess.” he scanned the room. “Where do we start then?”

“Fiction was always to the right.” she wasn’t surprised that her brother couldn’t remember that. “Should be alphabetical by last name. Non-fiction is probably done by the decimal system.”

“I’ll leave that part to you then. You remember what his first editions were?”

“They’re probably changed from when we were young.” Cassidy walked to the wall she was sure the nonfiction started on. “He was always buying and selling.”

“Fantastic.” Greg raked a hand through his hair and stepped to the opposite wall. “Suppose we can ignore the paperbacks?”

“Since we’re speed searching? Probably. I can double back later. We aren’t selling the place right away.”

Greg nodded, stepping away from the book cases to instead open a window. It was bound to get dusty as they started moving things around. As much as Cassidy loved the smell, she’d rather not walk out with lungs full of dust.

Cassidy skimmed titles, trying to recall the ones from when she’d first helped her grandfather set up his catalog. A few of them were easy, considering the gold leaf embossing on the covers and side. Those she stacked gently in a pile on one of the chairs. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Greg was absorbed in the titles. He wouldn’t notice if she took a little more time on just one…

She slipped a book from the shelf and ran her fingers along the cover. For the skins being old as they were, they were still soft under her fingers. She smiled as she traced the letters of the title. It was an old plant encyclopedia, which Cassidy used to press flowers in to. The pages smelled like roasted marshmallows as she turned through them, keeping her nose close.

She paused on one of the pages, a long faded violet pressed there. Cassidy smiled, picking it up carefully. It did flake a little, but stayed mostly in one piece. When she heard Greg sigh again, she placed it back inside and closed the cover.

“Anything good?”

“A few of the older ones. No idea if they’re worth anything.” she hugged the book to her chest without turning around.

“I have no clue what I’m looking at. I’m gonna go check in with the art appraisers downstairs on those paintings.”

“Yeah, sure thing.” she released the book slowly, setting it back on the shelf. “I’ll take a look at that side. Make coming out here worth their time.”

Greg nodded and walked out of the room leaving the door open just a crack behind him. Cassidy sighed contently, fingers hitting every spine as she sauntered to the other side of the room. Greg might not have had time for their grandfather’s treasures with his children. But Cassidy? She took in a lungful of dust and leather.

She would make time.

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