you." She winked at me.
"Thank you." I smiled. "I will."
We sat quietly for a minute, both sipping our tea, the sound of crickets singing in the background, and the occasional mosquito buzzing past my ear. I could hear distant shouts from boaters on the lake, probably about to head in and call it a night, and the soft sound of the lake lapping on the shore.
"It's peaceful here."
"Well, I hope you don't find this forward, dear, but it seems like you could use a good dose of peaceful."
I let out a breath and laughed softly. "You must read people well," I said. "You're not wrong there."
She laughed s oftly too. "Always have been good at peggin' people. My Bill used to say that he couldn't hide anything from me if he tried. Course, love and time will do that too. You get so the other person is practically another part of you–and you can't hide from yourself. Although some are good at tryin', I suppose."
I tilted my head. " I'm sorry. How long has your husband been gone?"
"Oh, it's been ten years now. I still miss him though ." Melancholy skated briefly across her features before she pulled her shoulders up and nodded her head at my glass. "He used to like a little bourbon in his sweet tea. Made him frisky. Course I didn't mind. Kept him smiling and only took a minute or two of my time."
I had just taken a small sip of tea and I put my hand over my mouth not to spit it out. After I had swallowed it down, I laughed and Anne grinned at me.
I nodded after a minute. "I guess men are pretty simple that way."
Anne smiled. "Us women learn that young, don't we? Is there a boy waiting back home for you?"
I shook my head. "No. I have a few good friends, but no one else is waiting back home for me." As the words spilled from my lips, the true nature of my alone-ness in the world felt like a sucker punch to my gut. It wasn't news to me and yet somehow, saying the words brought it home in a way that the knowledge itself didn't. I drained my glass of tea, attempting to swallow down the emotion that had suddenly overcome me.
"I should get going," I said. "Thank you so much for the tea and the company." I smiled at Anne and she smiled back, beginning to stand as I did.
"Anytime, Bree. You need anything at all, you know right where I am."
"Thank you, Anne. That's very kind. Oh! I do need to make a trip to a drug store. Is there one in town?"
"Yes. Haskell's. Just drive back through town, the way you came in and you'll see it on your left. It's right before the one stoplight. You can't miss it."
"Okay, great. Thanks again," I said, stepping down the stairs and giving her a small wave.
Anne nodded, smiling and waved back.
As I walked back through my own yard to get my purse out of the house, I spotted a lone dandelion full of fluff. I bent and plucked it out of the ground and held it up to my lips, closing my eyes and recalling Anne's words. After a minute, I whispered, "Peace," before I blew and watched the fluff float out of sight, hoping that somehow one of those seeds carrying my whisper would reach that something or someone who had the power to make wishes come true.
CHAPTER 3
Bree
The sky was just beginning to dim when I drove into Pelion, a quiet, almost old-fashioned , little downtown area. Most of the businesses looked to be family, or individual-owned, and large trees lined the wide sidewalks where people still strolled in the cooler, late-summer twilight. I loved this time of day. There was something magical about it, something hopeful , something that said, "You didn't know if you could, but you made it another day, didn't you?"
I spotted Haskell's and pulled into the parking lot to the right of it and pulled into a spot.
I didn't need groceries just yet, but I was in need of a few basic necessities. It was the only reason I'd run out at all. Even though I had slept five hours or so today, I was tired again and ready to settle into bed with a book.
I was i n and out of Haskell's in ten minutes, and
"Thank you." I smiled. "I will."
We sat quietly for a minute, both sipping our tea, the sound of crickets singing in the background, and the occasional mosquito buzzing past my ear. I could hear distant shouts from boaters on the lake, probably about to head in and call it a night, and the soft sound of the lake lapping on the shore.
"It's peaceful here."
"Well, I hope you don't find this forward, dear, but it seems like you could use a good dose of peaceful."
I let out a breath and laughed softly. "You must read people well," I said. "You're not wrong there."
She laughed s oftly too. "Always have been good at peggin' people. My Bill used to say that he couldn't hide anything from me if he tried. Course, love and time will do that too. You get so the other person is practically another part of you–and you can't hide from yourself. Although some are good at tryin', I suppose."
I tilted my head. " I'm sorry. How long has your husband been gone?"
"Oh, it's been ten years now. I still miss him though ." Melancholy skated briefly across her features before she pulled her shoulders up and nodded her head at my glass. "He used to like a little bourbon in his sweet tea. Made him frisky. Course I didn't mind. Kept him smiling and only took a minute or two of my time."
I had just taken a small sip of tea and I put my hand over my mouth not to spit it out. After I had swallowed it down, I laughed and Anne grinned at me.
I nodded after a minute. "I guess men are pretty simple that way."
Anne smiled. "Us women learn that young, don't we? Is there a boy waiting back home for you?"
I shook my head. "No. I have a few good friends, but no one else is waiting back home for me." As the words spilled from my lips, the true nature of my alone-ness in the world felt like a sucker punch to my gut. It wasn't news to me and yet somehow, saying the words brought it home in a way that the knowledge itself didn't. I drained my glass of tea, attempting to swallow down the emotion that had suddenly overcome me.
"I should get going," I said. "Thank you so much for the tea and the company." I smiled at Anne and she smiled back, beginning to stand as I did.
"Anytime, Bree. You need anything at all, you know right where I am."
"Thank you, Anne. That's very kind. Oh! I do need to make a trip to a drug store. Is there one in town?"
"Yes. Haskell's. Just drive back through town, the way you came in and you'll see it on your left. It's right before the one stoplight. You can't miss it."
"Okay, great. Thanks again," I said, stepping down the stairs and giving her a small wave.
Anne nodded, smiling and waved back.
As I walked back through my own yard to get my purse out of the house, I spotted a lone dandelion full of fluff. I bent and plucked it out of the ground and held it up to my lips, closing my eyes and recalling Anne's words. After a minute, I whispered, "Peace," before I blew and watched the fluff float out of sight, hoping that somehow one of those seeds carrying my whisper would reach that something or someone who had the power to make wishes come true.
CHAPTER 3
Bree
The sky was just beginning to dim when I drove into Pelion, a quiet, almost old-fashioned , little downtown area. Most of the businesses looked to be family, or individual-owned, and large trees lined the wide sidewalks where people still strolled in the cooler, late-summer twilight. I loved this time of day. There was something magical about it, something hopeful , something that said, "You didn't know if you could, but you made it another day, didn't you?"
I spotted Haskell's and pulled into the parking lot to the right of it and pulled into a spot.
I didn't need groceries just yet, but I was in need of a few basic necessities. It was the only reason I'd run out at all. Even though I had slept five hours or so today, I was tired again and ready to settle into bed with a book.
I was i n and out of Haskell's in ten minutes, and
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