Til We Meet Again by Pamela Clayfield

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    “Yeah, I just wanted to see if I could find that gown,” she told him.  She searched through the rest of the trunk they had opened a few weeks ago where they had initially found Grace’s secret cigar box filled with all of the information they needed to know about the initial dreams. 
    She stood and looked around.  Since this trunk had been in a corner of the room that wasn’t well lit, she assumed that may have been because of the contents and so she moved closer to the center of the room.  The whole attic was filled with crates and trunks and she didn’t know where to start.  There had to be three generations worth of stuff up here and how she was going to find what she was looking for was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. 
    “Where should we start?” Dean asked thinking the same thing.
    “I have no idea.  This trunk was marked with her name, do you suppose the others will be marked the same way?” she asked.
    “It’s quite possible,” Dean replied as he ran his hand over a crate that sat in front of him.  “Definitely not this one, it says ‘Matthew’ on it.
    Katie smiled.  “I have an idea,” she said.  “Come over here and just hold my arm.  I’m going to close my eyes and try to see if I can lead us to the right one, you just need to make sure I don’t walk into anything,” she told him.  She felt like she was crazy but then she thought that if Grace had been talking to her earlier that she might be able to open up enough to Grace again to find what they were looking for. 
    “You are insane, aren’t you?” Dean teased.
    Katie nodded.  “Humour me will you.”
    Dean crossed to where she stood and took her arm. 
    Katie closed her eyes and tried her best to clear her mind.  She felt a warm sensation come over here and she began walking.  She had a picture of the room in her head and she didn’t fumble once as she walked through the cluttered space.  Grace was pointing to a trunk that was buried under two others and she was smiling.  “It’s right here darling, you would have found it, because I have faith in you.  You will be very happy with Dean and your babies.”
    Katie opened her eyes.  She hadn’t moved.  She looked at Dean.
    “Still waiting for you my dear,” he told her.
    “I was walking, I know I was, I felt it.”
    “We haven’t moved a centimeter my dear,” he reinformed her.
    “Forget that, I know where it is,” she said and began walking in the same direction she had in her mind.  They came to the same stack of trunks and she pointed to it.  “It’s that one down there,” she told him.
    Dean lifted the trunk on top away.
    “Is it heavy?” Katie asked.
    “No, it isn’t thank goodness,” he replied.  “It actually feels like it’s about half full.”
    While Dean moved the second one away, Katie went over and opened the first one.  In it was clothes packed to the brim and lined up along the bottom were shoes.  “This should have been heavier than you said it was, it’s lined up with shoes and filled to the brim with clothes,” she told him.
    He stopped and looked at her as he set the second one down, which had also felt like it was only half full.  He popped the top open and it too was filled with heavy coats and boots.  He looked around him and said a silent thank you to Grace uncertain of why.
    “So this is it,” Katie said as she stood in front of the remaining trunk.
    “Go ahead, open it,” Dean said.
    Katie bent down and lifted the latch.  Slowly she pulled up the top and inside was layers and layers of tissue.  She slowly pulled away the paper and came to heavy plastic.  She lifted it out finding it was very heavy.  At the end was an old hanger and she found a spot that she could hang it from and opened the plastic.  “This is it,” she said.  She touched the fabric and fell in love with it at once.  She lifted the skirt to find all of the petticoats underneath and was instantly overcome with