Maribel violently yanks the decorative silver chain fastened loosely around Estelle’s collar.
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Chapter 21 - THE CHAIR GOES INTO STORAGE
The Lady’s Chair became unsafe for Estelle.
Too high.
Hard to rise from.
We replaced it at dinner with a comfortable upholstered chair.
No ceremony.
The original went to storage.
Maribel asked:
“Do you want it in the archive?”
Estelle, still lucid enough that day, said:
“Burn it.”
I laughed.
“No.”
“Coward.”
“Historic furniture.”
“Ugly historic furniture.”
We compromised.
Storage.
Years later the family restored it for a museum exhibition about Villa Corsini.
No throne.
No seat of power.
A label.
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WOODEN BANQUET CHAIR, CIRCA 1932.
That was all it ever physically was.
