It had been a long time since Twins, Soir and Susie had visited their grandparents home in the Smoky Mountains.

They'd forgotten how beautiful it was.

The way its wood and stone siding blended into the overgrown trees and mossy boulders

around it, a little creek babbled under an

arched bridge that led to the front door and flowers spilled out of barrels on

either side of the walkway. Even more impressive was the home's interior.

A long hallway led to a great room with high vaulted ceilings accented by log beams.

Tall windows provided a breathtaking view of rolling green mountains.

Ancient artifacts and paintings from all over the world decorated the walls.

Soir wasn't so much struck by the museum quality of the home,

as was Susie, but rather the smell of wet wood in old spice.

Only one place in the whole world's smell. smell of wet wood in Old Spice.

Only one place in the whole world smelled like this, and he would know, having been all

over the globe.

Can I use the bathroom?

He asked his grandpa when they reached the great room.

Grandpa Boone, wearing his usual flat cap, plaid shirt and high pants, frown through his neatly trimmed beard.

Since when do you ask if you can use the bathroom?

He asked, leaning on a cane.

Uh, since I forgot the rules of this place?

It's been forever.

Of course you can go to the bathroom.

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