Chapter 96: The Memorial

I really didn't have time to prepare for this and so I have no idea what sort of crap is coming out of my mouth right about now. Seriously, I'm practically talking gibberish. Everyone else seems to be following along though so I guess I'm not doing too bad. Either that or they are just too polite to show their boredom on their faces.

"When we first started the Clancy houses," I say probably a little too quickly, "I really wasn't interested. There were about a million things I'd have rather been doing but my dad was insistent. By the end of that first summer, I was obsessed with my new doll's house and all the amazing furniture my dad had made for it, so when he suggested we do it again the next year, I was all for it."

They're all awing as if I've said the cutest thing and I'm not actually an adult but a little kid all over again.

"Summer quickly became my favourite time of year," I tell them. "I'd eagerly wait for my dad to take me looking for a new house to work on. We'd just pick