Very nice prose on the dynamics of inherited objects. A very close friend called me very upset relating a story of how a long lost son raided his dead mothers house taking what he wanted. She was upset that the other brother, her friend, was NOT upset; I’m going to share your story with her.

@LL, hope the friend finds a little comfort. Peace.

A bit rambling, but I like the subtle exploration of grieving and family dynamics as played out in knick knacks. Great use of little details as well.

Although I’m not a fan of puns, the title was a nice, yet subtle touch. Overall, this had a nice stream of conscienceness that flowed wonderfully. The last sentence was a nice little twist of how we dislike traits in others, yet we end up doing similar things. The fact you have no problem with ivory, but do have a conscience objection to rabbit fur is an interesting double standard.

Just one question, your mom fought in the Pacific during WWII? She must be quite the feminist.

Okay, Krulltar, I cleaned up the relationship in the final sentences.