This had become their routine. Many times they would play gin. They all loved the game and they seemed to manage to take turns at winning. “Someday I’ll have someone go through the trunks upstairs,” Netter remarked. “Many of the rooms are filled with trunks and chests Jackson had gotten from his travels to different parts of the world. There’s also a nursery that I’d furnished prior to Jackson’s death.” “Nettie, I’d gladly help Agnes go through the upstairs if you’d like.” Mary suggested, knowing Agnes was close to fifty-five and was showing signs of stiffness in her joints. “That’s kind of you, Mary. I’ll give that some thought.” Agnes then shook her head and smiled. “The truth is, Mary, Nettie’s never opened any of the trunks or chests. Jackson told her that he wanted her to wait until he’d completed his purchases and then they’d open everything together.
