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stars in America. They were responsible for turning nobodies into music icons almost overnight.
He knew if a deal was struck, it would be a really great opportunity but he couldn’t help but wonder how John would feel if he knew the extent to which he was in love with his girlfriend. Can I work with the very person that is with the woman that my heart longs for?
7
Teresa Braithwaite was sitting on a plastic chair in her beautiful garden when her cell phone vibrated. She always liked to sit out and enjoy the autumn air around ten in the morning; winter would come in a few months so she thought it was wise to enjoy her backyard as many times as possible before that happened. The climate was horrible from mid-November to early April when their major outdoor activity would be snow sweeping, thanks to Lake Erie and Lake Ontario.
“My husband thinks you’ll need at least three months to find your feet so you are welcome to stay until the end of the year,” she said to Helen.
“Teresa, I don’t know how to thank you for all this. I’m literally at a loss for words. Thank you so so much. At first, I thought Jamie was only joking when he told me–you know how these boys play pranks sometimes. You have no idea how much this means to us,” Helen replied gratefully. How would they ever repay such rare kindness? The Braithwaites didn’t have to go this far to help them. After all, apart from their children being very close friends, they were only members of the same church. She thought she had to tell Father Joseph and Sister Elizabeth about this profound gesture. This was one woman truly practising the values of love and kindness they were always been taught at St. Peter’s.
“You are very welcome Helen. I hope you are feeling much better. Chelsea told me it was a concussion,” Teresa said.
“Yes I feel a lot better. When the doctor heard that we were moving, he advised that I stay here until Jamie is done with everything, so I’ll be here for two more days. I don’t even know what we would have done without your help,” Helen said. She always admired Teresa from a distance. The woman had everything together. A perfect home with a perfect husband and children, a complete contrast to her series of woes disguised as a life. She didn’t bring up the fact that they just lost their mortgage; it was embarrassing and she knew it. She also knew she didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.
“Alright then, I guess I’ll be seeing you here soon,” Teresa said, not that she intended to be spending any time with Helen. It was good that they could access the basement from the side door. Thankfully it would be like living in separate houses. She didn’t want any encroachment on her privacy and besides, what could she have in common with a Bluewood Village resident? She placed the phone on the round wooden garden table that was host to a bottle of wine and a glass.
She thought about the argument she had with Chelsea about the whole idea of allowing people she barely knew to live in their basement. Even though they attended the same church and Jamie had attended the same Catholic school as Chelsea, she still didn’t know much about Helen’s background. “I can’t just allow people I barely know into the house like that,” she said. Chelsea said it would be criminal not to help one way or the other, but what really persuaded her to change her mind was when Chelsea said, “Are you sure you want people in town to think of you as the woman who had the means to help but didn’t?” She emailed her estranged husband to see if he was OK with it and he said yes.
As the soft breeze caressed her feet, Teresa stretched, yawned and rubbed her eyes nursing the idea of getting something to eat but the kitchen seemed too far so she gave up that ambition. She dusted the fragments of a dry leaf off of her white bathrobe. For some reason something she smelled triggered a
He knew if a deal was struck, it would be a really great opportunity but he couldn’t help but wonder how John would feel if he knew the extent to which he was in love with his girlfriend. Can I work with the very person that is with the woman that my heart longs for?
7
Teresa Braithwaite was sitting on a plastic chair in her beautiful garden when her cell phone vibrated. She always liked to sit out and enjoy the autumn air around ten in the morning; winter would come in a few months so she thought it was wise to enjoy her backyard as many times as possible before that happened. The climate was horrible from mid-November to early April when their major outdoor activity would be snow sweeping, thanks to Lake Erie and Lake Ontario.
“My husband thinks you’ll need at least three months to find your feet so you are welcome to stay until the end of the year,” she said to Helen.
“Teresa, I don’t know how to thank you for all this. I’m literally at a loss for words. Thank you so so much. At first, I thought Jamie was only joking when he told me–you know how these boys play pranks sometimes. You have no idea how much this means to us,” Helen replied gratefully. How would they ever repay such rare kindness? The Braithwaites didn’t have to go this far to help them. After all, apart from their children being very close friends, they were only members of the same church. She thought she had to tell Father Joseph and Sister Elizabeth about this profound gesture. This was one woman truly practising the values of love and kindness they were always been taught at St. Peter’s.
“You are very welcome Helen. I hope you are feeling much better. Chelsea told me it was a concussion,” Teresa said.
“Yes I feel a lot better. When the doctor heard that we were moving, he advised that I stay here until Jamie is done with everything, so I’ll be here for two more days. I don’t even know what we would have done without your help,” Helen said. She always admired Teresa from a distance. The woman had everything together. A perfect home with a perfect husband and children, a complete contrast to her series of woes disguised as a life. She didn’t bring up the fact that they just lost their mortgage; it was embarrassing and she knew it. She also knew she didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.
“Alright then, I guess I’ll be seeing you here soon,” Teresa said, not that she intended to be spending any time with Helen. It was good that they could access the basement from the side door. Thankfully it would be like living in separate houses. She didn’t want any encroachment on her privacy and besides, what could she have in common with a Bluewood Village resident? She placed the phone on the round wooden garden table that was host to a bottle of wine and a glass.
She thought about the argument she had with Chelsea about the whole idea of allowing people she barely knew to live in their basement. Even though they attended the same church and Jamie had attended the same Catholic school as Chelsea, she still didn’t know much about Helen’s background. “I can’t just allow people I barely know into the house like that,” she said. Chelsea said it would be criminal not to help one way or the other, but what really persuaded her to change her mind was when Chelsea said, “Are you sure you want people in town to think of you as the woman who had the means to help but didn’t?” She emailed her estranged husband to see if he was OK with it and he said yes.
As the soft breeze caressed her feet, Teresa stretched, yawned and rubbed her eyes nursing the idea of getting something to eat but the kitchen seemed too far so she gave up that ambition. She dusted the fragments of a dry leaf off of her white bathrobe. For some reason something she smelled triggered a
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