"What do you keep in your attic?" she asked
as I showed her around my house
Just some old boxes and a few books
maybe a photo album or two
I don't go in there much anymore
"Can I see what's inside?"
Nah, it's really a mess in there
I've been meaning to clean up
and throw some stuff away
You wouldn't be interested with anything I have
"Well, the outside of your house is fabulous"
Yeah, I inherited it from my dad when he died
I still have some of his stuff up there
"Are you sure you don't want to show me what's inside"
You better get going before it gets too dark
"You're probably right. I had fun though"
I was barely hearing her now
"You want me to patch your sweater first?"
No, I'll just wear a jacket over it
It's getting cold in here anyhow
"Can you still help me paint my place next weekend?"
Sure, I'd love to help. Goodbye
I shut the door before she looked back
Turning out the lights, I walked up the steps
into the attic & locked the door behind me
