We walked in silence, yet somehow I knew that Sal’s thoughts were aligned with mine. When I’d first seen Gran’s stamp albums I’d dismissed her talk of precious heirlooms as idle imagination. What she’d said today, however, had made some sort of sense. I didn’t know the first thing about philately, but I did know that some stamps were worth fortunes. Not Gran’s, necessarily, but hers were old and just maybe there was some truth to her story. They might be rare. Might someone want them, and pay good money for them? And Mum had debts; Mum had to turn over every penny three or four times. Surely …? After all, Gran was living in Mum’s house, eating her food. Gran didn’t have a pension. She had nothing, beyond the pittance sent by Norbert and Neville to help cover her maintenance costs – and which did not include rent. Surely it wasn’t fair for Gran to hang on to that album while Mum gave her room, board and personal care? If it was worth anything … But maybe it wasn’t.
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