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James had protested, saying he could buy them a newer house for the sane price with all the things a modern couple should have, but she wouldnt budge. The 18th century plantation house, now stripped of the plantation and the orchards due to hard times, called to her. Literally. It called to her. It usually sounded like her grandmother, but sometimes she heard the voices of other women.(It wasn't the first time she heard voices. It wasn't the first time she pretended not to hear. It was,however, the first time she did as they said.)
'my windows need a bit of shining dear' Angelica would hear whispered as she read a novel in the library. Sure enough, the windows were shined before she finished the chapter. 'Oh my yard;it needs clipping' she'd hear while grading papers, and before getting through the fifth essay on the civil war she'd have pulled out the lawnmower. 'My tree' more than one voice would demand loudly, unceasingly, everyday, 'tend my tree!!' And Angelica tended the tree as if her life depended on it, just like Grandma Sophie, and crazy Gran Maria. She quit her job, she became a recluse; she tended the tree and harvestd the fruit and only ate peaches.
(James knew, James worried. James said nothing.Because James heard them too.) Her death was sudden, the result of starvation the coronor said. James knew it was beacause they had run out of peaches. She was buried right with Grandma Sophie and crazy gran Maria; under the peach tree.(But James still tends the tree like his wife asks him to every day.Begs him to. Demands.)