Uncle Shom Part3 -

I looked at the silver lock. Then at the wall of hundreds of others, each one humming faintly, like a held breath.

Part 2 was the basement door that opened onto a staircase with thirteen steps—no matter how many times I counted. uncle shom part3

“Understand what?”

Now, this is Part 3. I arrived on a Tuesday in October. The leaves were the color of bruised plums. Uncle Shom didn’t greet me at the door. Instead, I found him in the parlor, sitting before a wall I had never noticed before. It wasn't a wall of plaster or wood. It was a wall of locks. I looked at the silver lock

“You didn’t tell me you had a third thing.” “Understand what

“That lock was placed there the night your mother left,” he said. “She asked me to keep it closed until you were old enough to understand.”