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ESTATE SALE By Persephone Albert Brooks was out driving around aimlessly with no particular destination in mind. It was a typical Friday after work. He didn't have any plans, no place to go and nothing to do. He was fairly new to the area and hadn't made any real friends yet. He was bored and just decided to go out for a drive but once he pulled out of the driveway he didn't know where he wanted to go. He was stopped at the light on 122nd Avenue at the intersection of Market Street when he saw a 7-Eleven and decided to stop and get something to drink. When the light turned he went through, turned into the parking lot and pulled up to the front of the store. He shut down the engine, got out of his Ford F-150 and headed for the front door. Albert picked up a two liter Pepsi and was headed for the cash register when he spotted the hot food section and asked for a couple of the large Polish Sausages. After he had embellished them with some mustard, chopped onion and a large quantity of sliced Jalapeno Peppers he again headed for the register. While he was waiting in line he picked up one of the free local ad papers thinking that there might be something of interest in there to occupy his evening. After paying he returned to his truck and sat there eating his Polish sausages and reading the different ads. He was going through the Estate Sale ads when he noticed one that was going on as he sat there and it was only a couple of miles away. He recognized the area of town as one of the older and wealthier sections and thought he might be able to pick up a few nice things for his new place. When Albert finished eating he started his truck, pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the address given in the ad. It only took about fifteen minutes to get there and he noticed that there were only three cars parked on the street in front of that address. That was a good sign. He might have a chance at some good stuff if not too many people responded to the ad. He went up to the door and rang the bell. A young woman answered the door and introduced herself as Sandra Walton. Albert asked if he was at the right place for the estate sale. She said he was and that he was free to walk around on the first floor and look at anything he saw there. She said that the asking prices were on tags on all of the items and that everything on the first floor was for sale. Albert wandered from room to room taking in the overall first. He figured that he would go back if anything struck his fancy. He didn't see much that he could really use. There weren't any real good deals either. Almost everything was just run-of-the-mill furniture, knick-knacks and the usual household accessories. He was just about to leave when he noticed and old wooden trunk with brass bands and a very old iron lock through the hasp. The trunk was fairly old but not too beaten up. It intrigued Albert and he went over to it for a closer look. He checked it out more closely and noted that it was actually in pretty fair condition. The lock was closed and there didn't appear to be a key for it. The tag on the trunk said, "Make Offer" in large letters and below that it said, "Unknown contents, No key." Now Albert was truly intrigued. He hefted one side of the old trunk by the handle and it was obvious that there was something inside. He stood it on end and heard something in the trunk move. He then set it back down the way he had found it and went to look for Mrs. Walton. She was in the next room speaking with a man that Albert assumed was her husband. He walked up to her and she said, "Did you find something that interested you?" With a somewhat hopeful tone to her voice. "No, not much that I can use. I was somewhat intrigued by that old trunk in the other room though. The tag says 'make an offer' but did you have any idea what you wanted for it?" "No." The woman answered. "This was my parent's house and I'm their only heir. We've removed everything we wanted and just want to clear out the rest of it as soon as we can so we can sell the house. Did you have a price in mind?" Albert tried to look as nonchalant as possible, put on his best casual face and said, "I guess I could give you twenty bucks for it. I mean it's locked up and not in very good condition." She looked at her husband who just shrugged and then back at Albert and said, "Well, I had hoped for more but I guess I better take what I can get for it. There haven't been very many people responding to our ads. So I guess it's sold." She looked down at Albert and added, "My husband can help you get it out to your car." "Thanks. I have a truck. I'll back it into your driveway and come back in a minute. Here's the twenty." Albert said as he handed her a check and headed out to his truck. On the way to his truck thought he about how the woman had looked at him. She looked like she was about five eight or nine and in the two inch heels she was wearing she had four or five inches on Albert. His height and slight build had been a curse all of his life. It was bad enough that most men looked down at him like he was inferior or weak but it really irked him when a woman did it. He shook off his irritation and got into his truck. It didn't take too long to get it loaded and Albert was on his way back to his place to see if he could get the lock off of the trunk and see if he had treasure or garbage inside. *** When he got home he took the handcart out of the garage and hauled the trunk into the den to work on the lock while he watched some television. Albert wanted to try to pick the lock if he could. It was a neat old lock and would look good on the trunk after it was refinished if he could get it off and have a key made for it. He gathered various tools from his workshop and a few things from the kitchen just in case and set to work on the old lock. He was most of the way through an old movie, 'The Titanic' with Clifton Webb, when he heard a snap and the lock popped open and swung away. Smiling, Albert removed the lock from the trunk's hasp and said aloud, "Now let's see if I have treasures or another man's garbage." He opened the domed top of the trunk and let it go back until the leather straps held it. He had been right. There was definitely something inside. It was all clothing. Old, no, make that very old clothing neatly packed and strapped down like it was packed for a long trip. On the top of it all was an envelope that he set aside for later. He wanted to see what was inside the trunk. He undid the buckles of the straps and carefully started to remove the clothes one at a time. There were skirts, blouses, petticoats, corsets, stockings, high top button high heeled shoes, house slippers and things he didn't even recognize. Everything had buttons or hooks. There wasn't a zipper in sight. 'This stuff is way old!' Albert thought to himself. 'Wonder if it's worth anything?' As he continued to remove the clothing he draped it over the open top of the trunk or set it on the couch next to him. He slowly progressed to the bottom unfolding each item and setting it aside. In the bottom of the trunk he found several long sweater type things, a coat and what looked like a couple of nightgowns and a robe. Albert sat there on the couch staring at the pile of clothing next to him. As far as he could tell there wasn't anything of any great value. They were all very nice clothes and looked like they were high quality when they were new but now they were just old. He was just about to fold the clothes and put them back in the trunk when the doorbell rang. Albert got up and answered the door and found Sandra Walton, the lady he had bought the trunk from earlier that day. His first thought was that she wanted it back but then he noticed that she had two large round containers, one in each hand. "I got your address off your check. Hope you don't mind me dropping by unannounced. I completely forgot that I was going to sell these with the trunk. They're hatboxes and they have some old women's hats in them. They were sitting on top of the trunk in the storage room and well, they just looked like they belonged together." "Thanks." Albert said as he reached out to relieve her of the two hatboxes. "I just finished looking through the trunk. Would you like to see what was in it?" "Sure." She answered. "If it's not an imposition. We tried to get that old lock open but it just wouldn't give and we didn't want to cut it or try to break it." Albert smiled feeling good that he was able to get it open. "Yeah, it took me quite awhile but I got it. There it is." He said pointing at the trunk and the pile of clothes around it. She looked at the different clothing items and picked up a few of them. "I sure am glad I didn't live when these were the fashion. It must have been awfully uncomfortable. Can you just imagine what it would be like to be trussed up in a corset, wearing all these heavy clothes and just look at those shoes!" "I can't imagine. It does seem it would be cumbersome at the least." Albert answered. "Do you have any idea what this was doing in the house? I mean do you know the story behind it if there is any?" "I haven't a clue. But judging by the clothes I'd say they must have belonged to my great great aunt. There's lots of family gossip about her. My mother told me years ago that my great great aunt had some sort of lost love thing going and there was something about how she bought the house with money from the lost love or something but there are a lot of details missing. I do know that she never married and her sister inherited the house and it passed down to my father. That's about it and I better get going now." She said as she walked towards the front door. "Thanks for letting me see what was in the trunk." "You're welcome and thanks for the hats although I have no idea what I'll do with any of the stuff." She left and Albert closed the door after her and went back to the den. He started to fold the clothes and put them back in the trunk. As he was folding and packing the clothes he recalled the recent conversation and wondered to himself what it really would be like to wear clothes like these. As he picked up the corset he held it up to himself and he felt a stirring down in his crotch at the thought of actually wearing the corset with all its whalebone stays, hooks and strings. 'What the hell am I thinking? I'm no transvestite!' He thought. He folded the corset and placed it in the trunk and removed one of the skirts from where it was hanging over the back. As he did it hooked on something and he looked to see what it was. That's when he first noticed the latch. Albert removed the rest of the clothes that he had thrown over the back of the trunk and threw them on the couch and turned his attention back to the latch. That's when he noticed that there were two latches. He undid both of them and the inside of the trunk lid swung down to reveal another compartment in the domed lid. It had small drawers and compartments and he opened them one by one. There was a drawer with rings, one with necklaces, one with earrings and another with broaches and pins. 'Now this is more like it.' He thought. 'These things look like the real McCoy! There could be a small fortune in here!' The other drawers and compartments contained scarves, handkerchiefs, gloves, makeup and perfume. The makeup and perfume were all dried up but he could still smell the sweet scent of the perfume when he opened the bottle. He also found nail files and emery boards and some things that he later identified as hatpins and button hooks. In short, the lid contained all of the other essential items that a women would need while traveling. It was not packed for storage, as Albert had originally thought, it was packed for a trip someplace. He wondered what the story was and where this trunk was bound and why it didn't go. Albert decided that the morning would be soon enough to try to find out the answers to the mysteries and if his financial situation was improved or if the twenty bucks was history and he was now the proud owner of an old trunk, some old clothes and a bunch of costume jewelry. He was sure that it was all worth at least the money he had spent. But right then it was time for bed *** That night wasn't exactly a good night for Albert. He tossed and turned with dreams about the trunk and its contents. But it wasn't the dreams about the clothes that bothered Albert when he woke up the next morning. What bothered him was that the dreams were of him wearing the clothes. The dreams weren't totally clear. It was like looking through a misty haze but they were clear enough for him to realize that when he looked down in his dream he was wearing one of the old full length dresses from the trunk. He could feel the constriction of the corset around his waist and chest, the high collar of the blouse around his neck and the feel of a large hat pinned to hair that was piled up on top of his head. He felt the movement of the earrings clipped to his ears, the feel of the soft kidskin gloves on his hands and the unusual position of his feet in the high-heeled shoes that ran part of the way up his lower legs. Albert felt the movement of the long skirts as he walked along the deck of some ship. He could make out the dim forms of other passengers moving along the deck in the fog. Albert could feel the slight rolling of the deck and feel the movement of the ships passage through the water but he had no idea what ship, where he was or where he was going. He could see a name on a life preserver but couldn't read it. He had the feeling that he was looking for something or someone but he didn't know who or what. He just knew that he felt like something was missing and he had a burning need to find it. He could hear a voice dampened by the fog calling and he somehow knew that it was calling to him but he couldn't make out what it was that he was being called or where the voice came from. When Albert woke the next morning he was momentarily lost and scared. He could still hear the fading echoes of that voice calling to him in the fog. He didn't know where he was and it took a moment to realize that he was in his bedroom and in his bed. The sheets were wrapped tightly around his middle and chest and his legs were restricted by the sheets around them. The top of his head was pressed tightly into the pillow that was pressed against the headboard. It took him some time to unwrap himself from the tangle and during that time the calling voice began to fade from his mind and became a dim memory and as with most dreams the details also faded and left him with only the dim but disturbing memory of what had transpired during the night. He went to the bathroom to shower and shave and when he looked in the mirror he had the strange feeling that the image that stared back at him wasn't as it should be. He looked down at the sink and shook his head thinking that the dream had really messed with his head. When he looked back in the mirror the face that greeted him was the old familiar face that he had come to know over the years. Albert went over to the shower and turned on the water as he thought, 'That dream was really, really weird. I hope a shower and shave will help to shake it off. I've got better things to do today than spend it lost in the remnants of a dream.' After Albert was finished with his shower and shave he spent most of the day doing yard work. He had just bought the house and the previous occupants were obviously not into keeping up the yard. They weren't into keeping up the house either for that matter which is why Albert had gotten such a good deal on it. He liked the idea of fixing it up and making it his own with a little remodeling. Other than stopping for lunch Albert worked in the yard all day and was ready to kick back and take it easy. He hadn't even thought about the mystery of trunk and the clothes all day. After some dinner he sat on the couch, turned on the TV and glanced over at the clothes that were still sitting on the couch and figured he better put them all away. As he folded the clothes and put them back in the trunk he recalled the dream again and hoped he wouldn't have a repeat performance again that night. 'That dream was just way too strange. Why would I dream about wearing these clothes?' He thought. 'I've never in my life had a single thought about crossdressing so why did I dream about it?' As he reached the last of the clothes he noticed the large manila envelope that had been on the top of the trunk when he opened it. Albert finished folding the last piece and picked up the envelope. It was filled with a bunch of papers and documents. He found an itinerary on the top. It was for a voyage leaving New York on July 31, 1914 and sailing to Hamburg, Germany. It also listed all of the activities on board the ship and the dates. Albert also found two first class tickets for the maiden voyage of a ship called the Vaterland of the Hamburg- Amerika Line and an advertisement that said this was the ships first sailing from New York and that it was the largest and most luxurious ship in the world. Along with the tickets he found a US passport for Albertina Marie Walton. Albert thought to himself, 'I never knew that there was a feminine version of my name. Strange that I would buy a trunk and have almost the same first name as the previous owner.' He looked at her picture and could see even in a passport photo that she was an exceptional beauty even dressed in the style of the day. There was also a passport for a man named Georg Herman Schaffer, a naturalized American citizen. He wasn't a bad looking guy even with the large handlebar mustache. As Albert unfolded the next document he found that it was a New York marriage certificate in the names of Albertina and Georg but it wasn't signed off on the bottom by the official performing the ceremony and wasn't affixed with the state seal in the place provided. The last of the papers were health certificates and birth certificates for the two of them and a letter from Georg to Albertina professing his love and his promise to meet her at the train station in New York City and it gave the date of July 5, 1914 and time. The train ticket was in the envelope with the letter. Albert was thinking that at least part of the mystery was solved. He knew where the trunk was bound and why but now he had another mystery. Why hadn't she gotten married and made the trip with Georg? Maybe the woman he bought the trunk from would know. He was about to put the paperwork back in the envelope when he noticed something else in it. He pulled out a yellowed envelope with the Western Union name on it and opened it up. Inside were two telegrams from New York. They were both from New York City and the second followed four days later days. There was also a letter addressed to Albertina. The first dated July 3, 1914 read: Sorry your Mother sick - Stop. See you on 10th. - Stop. Will make up lost time when you are here. - Stop. Love Georg - Stop. The second telegram read: Regret to inform you Georg Schaffer died in accident on docks this day July 7, 1914. - Stop. Please telegram with arrangements. - Stop. Yours Respectfully, J. Meier, Hamburg-Amerika Line Agent. Stop. 'He died.' Albert realized. 'That's why they never married and why she never made the trip. She just put the trunk away and never unpacked it.' The letter was also from Mr. Meier of the Hamburg-Amerika Line. It said they had received her telegram and would do as she requested and send the body via the train. It also told the story of Georg's accident in more detail. It seems he was an agent of the Hamburg-Amerika Line and decided to work an extra week because of Albertina's later arrival. He was working on the dock where they were loading the ships supplies for the next voyage when a line snapped and he was crushed by the load that broke free. The letter also said there was his last paycheck and a check from the shipping company insurance agent. It seems she was listed as his beneficiary in the event of his death. Albert sat there with the shards of Albertina's life spread around him and in his hands and he felt a sadness grip him deep inside. He realized that she had mourned for him her whole life and that she had never married. She never unpacked the trunk but just left it as she had packed it for their honeymoon. It was as if she was waiting for him all the rest of her life. Waiting for a second chance. He wondered if she blamed herself for not meeting him on the date they had planned. If she thought that if she had been there on time he wouldn't have worked the extra days and wouldn't have been killed in the accident. Albert felt sad as he put the papers away and finished packing the trunk. He buckled the straps and closed the lid. He decided that this was too important to just sell off. He would take it back to the woman he bought it from the next day and explain what he found. She would probably want to keep it if she knew what it was. *** Albert locked up, turned off the lights and hit the sack for the night with thoughts of the trunk and Albertina on his mind as he drifted off to sleep. He suddenly found himself back on the deck of the ship in the same fog. Again he was wearing the same clothes as the night before and again he heard the voice calling only this time it was closer and he could make out the name. The voice in the fog was calling, "Albertina." Albert had the sudden urge to answer and he called out, "Georg, I'm over here. Where are you?" And for the first time he heard the soft sweet sound of a woman's voice coming from his mouth. Albert heard the voice from the fog again but this time it was right behind him. He turned and found himself looking up into the face of Georg. He appeared a little older than on the passport. Looking up at his face caused a feeling in Albert that he didn't recognize but it felt good. He hooked his arm through the man's arm with his gloved hand resting gently on the man's lower arm and they walked on down the deck. When Albert looked up at the man he felt stirrings again deep inside like he had never felt before. Somehow Albert knew that he was completely and unreservedly in love with the man that he was walking with. They continued until they came to the Main Dining Room. As they entered Albert noticed that the ma?tre d' had a current date calendar at his station and it was 8 July 1923. They were led to a table and seated. The waiter brought over a menu and they ordered. The wine steward brought their wine. And Albert sat there staring into the eyes of this man that he knew as Georg. His mind was awash with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was confused and scared but also thrilled and happy to be there. He somehow knew he was in a dream and he wanted to wake up. He wanted out of the dream. But at the same time he also knew he was now Albertina and she wanted nothing more in her life than to be right where she was and with the person she was with. Georg began to speak as soon as the waiter and wine steward had left them alone. Albert had been deep in thought but as Georg began to speak he had Albertina's complete attention. "Fate is surely a strange thing isn't it Darling?" He said. "It was almost nine years ago that we were supposed to sail on this very ship for our honeymoon and then Austria- Hungary started the Great War with Germany and this ship which was then the Vaterland was held in the docks. Then it was converted to a troop ship and the name was changed to the Leviathan. Then after the war it was converted back to a passenger liner and we are on the maiden voyage of the Leviathan nine years later." Albert felt like he was losing himself. It felt like he was getting smaller and weaker and that Albertina was getting bigger and stronger. She was beginning to control what he did as she answered Georg, "Yes Darling, that truly is strange." "And remember when your mother was sick?" Georg said. "And you were going to be a week late getting to New York but she insisted that you go so you were there on time? I had already signed up to work an extra week but cancelled it and that poor man, Joseph Brooks, that took my place, was killed in an accident on the docks. That could have been me. The Schaffer lineage could have ended right there." "Yes Dear. But you needn't worry about that now." Albertina said. "You have eight and four year old daughters and a six year old son at home with my mother waiting for their parents to return from their long delayed honeymoon. And who knows what may happen on this voyage. I have a strange feeling that there is another life in me trying to get out." Albert tried to scream but couldn't. He tried again to wake up but had no control. He felt trapped with no way out. Was he becoming Albertina? Was there no way to stop it? Georg and Albertina finished their dinner and went to their cabin where they undressed and prepared for bed for the night. Albert, via Albertina, was a participant that night in a loving round of sexual intercourse with Georg. Although Albert was initially disgusted with the encounter and the things that he did as Albertina, he was a more than enthusiastic partner by the time they rolled over and went to sleep. As Albertina drifted off to sleep Albert felt that he had regained some control again for the first time that night. He again tried to waken from his sleep and to leave this dream behind. He saw light through his eyelids and forced them open. He saw the familiar window of his bedroom and the light from the morning sun shining through it. He was back! Albert lay there on his bed not moving for some time. He just wanted to wait until his head was completely cleared of all remnants of sleep and the effects of the dream. Then, slowly he rolled over onto his back and prepared to get out of bed. That's when he knew that not everything was as it had been. There was a shifting of weight on his chest that had not been there when he went to bed but he recognized the feeling. He had felt it before, or more appropriately, Albertina had felt it the evening before as she lay in bed with her husband, Georg. Albert reached up to feel his chest and confirm his suspicions. His hands met the soft mounds of flesh attached to his chest and he felt a cold chill run through his body. Then he felt the chill turn to a tingling sensation of warmth as he touched and rolled the large nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He knew that feeling too from the night before in the dream just as he knew the feeling of warmth that was being generated between his legs. Albert threw aside the sheets and leapt from the bed. He stood beside the bed staring down at the body he now inhabited. It most certainly wasn't his but it was familiar. It wasn't Albertina of the dream, she had much fuller proportions. Albert looked across the room at the mirrored doors of the closet and saw a beautiful young woman standing beside his bed. She was five foot six inches of perfectly proportioned woman. From her small delicate feet, up her long shapely legs, over the softly rounded hips to the small waist. Her breasts were large and firm but not too large and her long dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders and across her beautiful breasts. The face framed by the soft waves of her hair bore a resemblance to the Albertina that he knew. The eyes were the same and the nose but the lips were fuller and the cheekbones more prominent. Albert drew in a sharp breath as memories of this woman's life began to flood into his mind. He knew her. She was Albertina Schaffer. She was named after her great grandmother. It was the dying wish of her grandfather who was the younger of Georg and Albertina Schaffer's two sons. Her father was Georg Schaffer, Albertina's grandson. She had just picked up an old trunk from one of her cousin, Sandy on Friday that had her great grandmother's wedding dress in it. It was a neat old trunk but was pretty well beaten up and covered with travel stickers from all over the world. Now it was Sunday and she was getting married at three o'clock in the afternoon and she was going to wear her great grandmother's wedding dress that she had altered the day before. Everything was all laid out on the couch in the den just waiting for her. That's when Albert knew he no longer existed. Albert Brooks had never existed for that matter. His great grandfather had been killed in an accident back in 1914 on the docks in New York and the family line had ended there. Somehow, someway reality had made a small shift and he had been caught in the rift. Albertina's lifelong mourning for Georg had been stored away in the trunk along with all of her memories, desires and wishes. When he had picked the lock and opened the old trunk he released them and took them into himself. They were such powerful and emotional memories that they were able to change a small part of history once they had an end place to reside in. Although Albertina remembered all of Albert's life she felt no loss because she knew that her great grandmother had lived a full and happy life married to her soul mate and that later that day she too would be married to her soul mate. She knew that because of her great grandmother's now released deep emotions and memories that she would marry George and pass on the legacy that had been passed to her. Albertina turned from the mirror and headed for the bathroom. She had a lot of things to do before three o'clock and they all started with a nice hot bubble bath. Estate Sale, (c) 1/12/2003, Persephone