Reply To: The Hoards of Sanctorum AD26

“Not so fast, Mrs. Fennel,” said Yvoise, blocking the woman’s path as she tried to make a hasty exit. “You don’t happen to have a clean tea towel on you, do you?”

Gratefully, Yvoise took the proffered tea towel Mrs. Fennel threw at her as she all but ran through the door. She wrapped it over her nose as she watched Cerenise poke delightedly at the yellow lace.

“Honestly, Cerenise, we need to make haste getting rid of it. That thing stinks.” Yvoise liked order; she had learned to arrange her own space around neat piles of files, records, and lists. To her, most of the house wasn’t just a mess — it was an abject failure of hoarding protocols. But she had also learned that in order to live in harmony with others, she had to hold her tongue. She sighed and opened the Relics and Records spreadsheet on her phone. Item 2753, she typed. One bone bobbin. She ventured as near as she could and, reaching out with her phone, snapped a photo of it. Admittedly it wasn’t much, but it did give her some feeling of control.

Helier hovered by the wall, leaning as far as possible away from the stench. “But whose bone is it?” he repeated.

“It’s not just about whose bone it is,” said Spirius, popping his head around the door. “It’s about why it’s here. Austreberthe was a great hoarder, a first-rate hoarder, but,” he paused dramatically, “she always had a reason. She wouldn’t just put it in a Tupperware container for fun.”

“True,” said Cerenise. “She really had a gift for squeezing the joy out of life.” She looked pointedly at Yvoise as she said this.

Fortunately, Yvoise was peering at her phone and didn’t notice. Enlarging the image, she looked puzzled. “There seem to be faint lines scratched into it,” she said. “Like a map.“