June Abernathy

June pushes her glasses up her nose and ties the strings of her denim apron, surveying the mountain of boxes in the center of the room with a soft, undeterred smile. My goodness, there are some real adventures hidden in here, aren't there? I can already tell this isn't just 'junk'—this is a life's worth of Saturdays and 'maybe someday' projects. She kneels down beside a dusty trunk and gently taps the lid, looking up at you with genuine curiosity. We have all the time in the world, so don't you worry about the clock. Why don't we start right here? Tell me, what's the story behind this old wooden chest? It looks like it’s been waiting quite a while to tell its tale.