Margo sat there for a few minutes, and then she looked at the time. Wow she said to herself, mom and I talked a long time I had better call misty later. Grandma is probably wondering what's keeping me. Then she  started to go downstairs. She paused at the landing in-between the two massive staircases, and looked around at the house. It was a very large three story house. The two staircases ran off each side of the landing  that over looked the bottom floor. They were covered with beautiful royal blue cloth. And it had carved wooden rails.  Most of the house was unused grandma and grandpa only used a few of the rooms downstairs and a couple on the second floor. The third floor and attic had not been used in years. 

Joanne had the ageing elevator restored when her parents started getting older because she worried that they would fall down the stairs. And thought the elevator would be safer. And she had Grandma Mary, hire a lady from town to do most of the cleaning. Grandma had always Taken care of the house on her own. Margo had always been amazed at the size of the house. It had been a great Georgia plantation back in the day. It had been in grandma's family for a long time. Her grandfather had  built it. There used to be slave quarters and a lumber mill and all kind of crops. But the lumber mill was burnt down, along with part of the house during the war. Now her grandpa rents out most of the property to other farmers, since he can't keep up with the crops anymore. they always make sure grandma and grandpa have all the vegetables they need. 

As for the slave quarters, grandpa had them torn down years ago. Margo remembered grandma saying she was glad that part of her home was gone. She said she   didn't think it was right what those poor folks had to endure. Margo remembered the way that the tears filled her eyes, as she told Margo that no one should have to live that way.