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Authors: Christie Mack
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respond, Sam was opening the small gate and strolling up the pebble path leading to the front door. Butterflies surged through her. She was nervous as hell. Abby was never as outgoing as Steven and Jessica. But she couldn’t back out now. It was too late. Sam was already standing on the veranda. He knocked twice on the front door, looking back at Abby with anxious eyes.
Abby ran a hand through her curls, hitched up her dress and began making her way towards the front door. Memories flooded back to her as she walked along the pebbled path leading to the door, and she had to blink twice to keep the tears at bay.
She thought back to the days when she and Jessica would play hopscotch out front. They would wait for their father to come home from work.
Abby stepped onto the veranda, which triggered more memories. She was sure she was ready to break down right here, glad to have Sam standing next to her.
She reached out to touch his arm for support just as the door opened revealing a young couple that couldn’t be any older than Abby herself.
“Hello, can we help you?” the man asked.
“We don’t mean to be intrusive, but I’m Sam and this is Abby,” Sam took it upon himself to introduce the two of them. “Abby used to live here when she was a child and has since moved to New York after her parents’ passing.”
Abby nervously cleared her throat, then spoke. “I don’t want to trouble you or disturb your business. I was just wondering if I could take a peek into your home for cherished memory purposes.” Abby could see the hesitation in their faces and she understood their uncertainty to let two strangers into their home. For all they knew, Abby and Sam could be serial killers who preyed on unknowns as their next victims. She felt her face heating up and hurriedly added, “I understand if you decline. It’s silly even to think it, and I’m sorry for intruding. We’ll go.”
Abby grabbed Sam’s arm, turning to leave.
“No, it’s okay,” the young man said. “We’re sorry but we weren’t expecting visitors at our door tonight. We’re just surprised. That’s all.”
Abby nodded. “Of course. Apologies for that.”
They both smiled, and the young woman said, “Please, come in. You can look around, but you’ll need to be quiet because our children are already asleep in bed.”
Abby felt a gush of relief and gratitude. “Thank you so much,” she said, returning their smiles. “We’ll be quiet, I promise.”
The front door opened wider to allow them inside. Abby had her differences with Sam, but she had to admit she was grateful she had someone by her side. She almost felt like tugging on his arm but refrained from doing because she didn’t want to look like a weirdo who couldn’t stand on her own two feet. She supposed they looked weird enough standing there wearing a fancy dress and a tuxedo.
With Sam behind her, Abby stepped inside. The house took her back to another time and place. More memories flooded through her and she almost shed a tear or two, but she stayed strong.
Abby stopped at the entryway leading toward the living room. She expected this family made a lot of their living there, just as her family had. In her mind’s eye, she could still see her family sitting around the fireplace during the winter. They would talk about their day and what they were going to get up to on the weekend. There was no better way to unwind after a long day at work or school than by watching television with family.
Her mother would be sitting in her faded floral armchair with whatever knitting project she was working on at the time. Her father would be in his shed out back attempting to fix something he was sure wasn’t broken, while proving a point to his wife at the same time. He always aimed to assure his wife that he was good at fixing things when he wasn’t. He usually made them worse off than they were originally. Abby couldn’t help but smile at the memory. She supposed that was where
Abby ran a hand through her curls, hitched up her dress and began making her way towards the front door. Memories flooded back to her as she walked along the pebbled path leading to the door, and she had to blink twice to keep the tears at bay.
She thought back to the days when she and Jessica would play hopscotch out front. They would wait for their father to come home from work.
Abby stepped onto the veranda, which triggered more memories. She was sure she was ready to break down right here, glad to have Sam standing next to her.
She reached out to touch his arm for support just as the door opened revealing a young couple that couldn’t be any older than Abby herself.
“Hello, can we help you?” the man asked.
“We don’t mean to be intrusive, but I’m Sam and this is Abby,” Sam took it upon himself to introduce the two of them. “Abby used to live here when she was a child and has since moved to New York after her parents’ passing.”
Abby nervously cleared her throat, then spoke. “I don’t want to trouble you or disturb your business. I was just wondering if I could take a peek into your home for cherished memory purposes.” Abby could see the hesitation in their faces and she understood their uncertainty to let two strangers into their home. For all they knew, Abby and Sam could be serial killers who preyed on unknowns as their next victims. She felt her face heating up and hurriedly added, “I understand if you decline. It’s silly even to think it, and I’m sorry for intruding. We’ll go.”
Abby grabbed Sam’s arm, turning to leave.
“No, it’s okay,” the young man said. “We’re sorry but we weren’t expecting visitors at our door tonight. We’re just surprised. That’s all.”
Abby nodded. “Of course. Apologies for that.”
They both smiled, and the young woman said, “Please, come in. You can look around, but you’ll need to be quiet because our children are already asleep in bed.”
Abby felt a gush of relief and gratitude. “Thank you so much,” she said, returning their smiles. “We’ll be quiet, I promise.”
The front door opened wider to allow them inside. Abby had her differences with Sam, but she had to admit she was grateful she had someone by her side. She almost felt like tugging on his arm but refrained from doing because she didn’t want to look like a weirdo who couldn’t stand on her own two feet. She supposed they looked weird enough standing there wearing a fancy dress and a tuxedo.
With Sam behind her, Abby stepped inside. The house took her back to another time and place. More memories flooded through her and she almost shed a tear or two, but she stayed strong.
Abby stopped at the entryway leading toward the living room. She expected this family made a lot of their living there, just as her family had. In her mind’s eye, she could still see her family sitting around the fireplace during the winter. They would talk about their day and what they were going to get up to on the weekend. There was no better way to unwind after a long day at work or school than by watching television with family.
Her mother would be sitting in her faded floral armchair with whatever knitting project she was working on at the time. Her father would be in his shed out back attempting to fix something he was sure wasn’t broken, while proving a point to his wife at the same time. He always aimed to assure his wife that he was good at fixing things when he wasn’t. He usually made them worse off than they were originally. Abby couldn’t help but smile at the memory. She supposed that was where
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