Part 2.

It was indeed a spiraled staircase, and a long one at that. The stairs where short and steep, and Luther had to watch where he stepped in fear he might trip over his own feet. The air within the staircase was hot and condensed, and Luther could feel the sweat starting bead on his forehead. 

'No wonder O'Brian gave me this job,' thought Luther ruefully as he made his way around and around. 'No one else wanted to do it.' 

After a few minutes of walking, a cool breeze of fresh air was starting to waft down the shaft, brushing lightly against his face. 

'I must be getting towards the top,' he thought excitedly and he quickly picked up the pace. Finally, the staircase led him out into a room. 

Luther stood for a moment, drawing in the size of the room. It was large, larger then any room he head seen so far, besides the main entryway. In fact, it was large enough to house a grand piano in the far right corner. By the looks of it, it stayed here all year round, tucked safely under a white sheet so that the dust couldn't touch it's shiny black skin. On the wall opposite Luther there was a large stained glass window with a mural of two doves, their bodies folding into one another as if they were performing some intricate dance. Luther was entranced as the colors from the glass splayed out onto the floor, illuminating the mahogany like magic itself was spilled across it. 

A moment passed before Luther was able to snap himself from his revery. He looked to his left and saw the hall that O'Brian had described. Quickly, he made his way down it, his eyes soaking in the intricate wallpapered patterns that graced the walls. Before he knew it he was at the end where a small, round window was open just a crack to let a gentle autumn breeze in. Luther smiled a little, welcoming the friendly breeze as he carefully managed the box into the crutch of one arm and opened the door to his right with the other. It swung open to reveal a medium sized room. A large queen sized, four post bed sat with a regal air in the middle, it's quilted headboard with its back against the opposing wall. Luther looked around, taking in the lavender smell that matched the rich, deep purple color of the walls. This was definitely a ladies room. Not only that, it was Shava's room. 

Luther gulped and quickly made his way into the room, setting the box down in the far left corner, then quickly made his exit. He felt intrusive and rude walking into this girls room like that, and he wondered aimlessly whether she felt at all like her privacy was being intruded upon every year when the movers came. 

He quietly made his way back down the spiraled staircase and into the main hallway, which was starting to fill up with beautiful furnishings that accented its already magnificent features. These men had done all this in the same amount of time that it took him to carry up one measly box, and Luther could feel an embarrassed blush start to creep up the back of his neck. 

'I'll be faster,' he silently swore to himself as he walked out the double doors and back to the U-Haul. And faster he was. The boy almost became an unloading machine, a worker ant of sorts. He was methodical and precise, making an A-line across the floor and up the stairs then back again in no time flat. He had fallen into a routine of unloading, carrying, dropping, walking, and unloading again. The three hour mark was approaching now, and Luther had successfully unloaded all of the boxes except for one, which he was now religiously carrying up the spiral staircase. 

"Ha!" he cried as he entered the hallway to Shava's room. He walked in and set the last box down, straightening as he clapped his hands together. His prideful gaze looked over his handy work and he couldn't help but feel a surge of accomplishment welling up in his gut. 

"Wait till I tell O'Brian about this," he muttered to himself, a content smile plastered on his face. After a moment, his eyes wandered from the boxes and started to scan the room itself. By then, Luther felt comfortable being in the room and even comfortable enough to look around the place. 

The boy grinned as he slowly made his way around the room. He started on the right at the bed stand sitting prestigiously next to the bed, and worked his way clockwise. Next came the closet, whose doors opened with a gentle sigh as Luther peeked curiously into it's seemingly infinite depths. He felt dizzy at the size of it, practically the size of his own bedroom at home, and he quickly shut it and continued his perusing of the room. He made his way around to the far left wall where a white vanity mirror stood, little nick-knacks and memorabilia sitting pristinely in front of the large, illuminated mirror. 

"No wonder they say she's so pretty. With a mirror like that, I'm sure any girl could make herself look beautiful." 

"I'm glad you think so."

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Oh my oh my oh my goodness.