Q is for Quest*
Larry tucked the box under his arm and left, leaving the doors open as he did. They’d been open when he’d come, and he knew they should stay that way. Larry wasn’t a genius, but he did know that. He knew his mother. He knew she loved to tell stories. And maybe, just maybe, some of the other tenants might have believed some of them. A closed door now would be like a neon sign.
Larry couldn’t take that chance.
He rushed down the stairs and as he did he felt them, all of them, watching him, wanting what he had. He quickly escaped out the front door.
Knowing they’d expect him to get into his car and drive back home, he walked past it. Instead, he went to the library around the corner where he’d hidden away most of his childhood. No one would think to look for him there.
The library was empty, same as always. Larry made his way to the far back corner, where he set himself on a chair and the box on the table in front of it. He quickly got to work. There wasn’t a single one of those letters that he didn’t scan thoroughly. An hour in, he found what he was looking for. In the right hand corner of a sappy love letter was scribbled two lines written in his father’s hand:
54 Court Way, Lexington.
You will find the beginning there.
Larry smiled. Beginning; he liked the sound of that.
*Read the conclusion of Larry’s tale on A to Z: T for Treasure