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was hitting were actually in Canada. Being so close to Canada, it made sense and I would eventually check out the mall that Ethel had told me about.
Clearing the shelf of the last 2 jars Organic Peanut Butter, I filled my cart with protein bars, some iced tea, TV dinners, and splurged on some new scrubs. This was the first time I had bought anything for myself in six months. I hated using the money in my account.
Two life insurance policies had paid out; I put those into a savings account. The settlement from the trucking company was also deposited monthly. Personally, I felt like it was blood money. They were paying me off for killing my boys. They even paid for the funeral anonymously; who else would it have been. I didn’t want to touch a dime of that money. Maybe one day I would figure out what to do with it.
The nursing agency I signed on with, Home Angel Alliance, was just up the road from the Dunkin Donuts. It seemed everything I needed was in Calais, including Department of Motor Vehicles to transfer my license and plates.
Soon, I would retreat to my new home and relax. I actually had a pretty good day out by myself. I needed some retail therapy to clear my head and find out where things were as well. Maybe I would do that tomorrow, check out more of the town. Tomorrow, I needed to go to the office and check in.
As I arrived at home and unloaded my purchases, Ethel knocked on my door. I opened the door and Ethel stood on the other side with a steaming spoon in her hand.
“Hello, dear. I thought I heard you come in. I just made dinner if you didn’t eat. It’s Lobster Macaroni and Cheese. Here, try some.” She lifted the serving spoon to my lips, and I had a taste. I never had lobster and Macaroni & Cheese, together. It was either Kraft dinner or Red Lobster, but not both together. The gooey cheese coated my tongue, and I chewed the firm al dente macaroni as the soft lobster melted in my mouth. Usually, lobster I had before was tough and kind of rubbery. This lobster was so tender; I couldn’t help but moan as it waged a war with my mouth over swallowing.
“I was hoping you would join me. I got a little carried away. I made way too much just for me. I hadn’t made it in a few years.”
Ethel turned back toward her kitchen and I followed like a moth to the flame. I was ruined for plain Kraft dinner forever. This woman was going to fatten me up for sure. I really did enjoy her company. After I joined her for dinner, all I could say was Lobster Mac & Cheese was my new favorite food. Ethel then asked what I had planned for the weekend.
“Tomorrow I have to check in with my nursing agency, then Sunday I thought I would do some exploring around Eastport.”
“Well, maybe I can join you, dear. I don’t get out nearly enough.”
“Of course, you can. I couldn’t think of a better tour guide.” We finished with some coffee, pastry, and more conversation.
“I haven’t been into town much since I buried my Harry. Al from the Rose Garden calls me almost every day. He is a sweet man. He sends his son Sam to deliver groceries weekly.”
“That’s great, Ethel. Al has been so sweet to me. When my husband and I visited, they talked for hours about fishing. They stayed close after we went back home. I reached out to him first when I considered leaving Pennsylvania.”
“I grew up here. So did Al and his family. This is a small town, dear. You are family now.”
In the last two days, Ethel shed a new light on things. I knew I’d come to Eastport for a new start, and in that moment, I felt it. I turned to Ethel and wrapped my arms around her small body in a tight hug.
“I would love your company on Sunday. Sam doesn’t have to deliver groceries this week.”
I retreated to my apartment after Ethel refused my assistance cleaning up again. I looked to the stack of totes filled with my life. I really wanted to tackle some of this before I started working on Monday.
Deep breaths. You can do this . I
Clearing the shelf of the last 2 jars Organic Peanut Butter, I filled my cart with protein bars, some iced tea, TV dinners, and splurged on some new scrubs. This was the first time I had bought anything for myself in six months. I hated using the money in my account.
Two life insurance policies had paid out; I put those into a savings account. The settlement from the trucking company was also deposited monthly. Personally, I felt like it was blood money. They were paying me off for killing my boys. They even paid for the funeral anonymously; who else would it have been. I didn’t want to touch a dime of that money. Maybe one day I would figure out what to do with it.
The nursing agency I signed on with, Home Angel Alliance, was just up the road from the Dunkin Donuts. It seemed everything I needed was in Calais, including Department of Motor Vehicles to transfer my license and plates.
Soon, I would retreat to my new home and relax. I actually had a pretty good day out by myself. I needed some retail therapy to clear my head and find out where things were as well. Maybe I would do that tomorrow, check out more of the town. Tomorrow, I needed to go to the office and check in.
As I arrived at home and unloaded my purchases, Ethel knocked on my door. I opened the door and Ethel stood on the other side with a steaming spoon in her hand.
“Hello, dear. I thought I heard you come in. I just made dinner if you didn’t eat. It’s Lobster Macaroni and Cheese. Here, try some.” She lifted the serving spoon to my lips, and I had a taste. I never had lobster and Macaroni & Cheese, together. It was either Kraft dinner or Red Lobster, but not both together. The gooey cheese coated my tongue, and I chewed the firm al dente macaroni as the soft lobster melted in my mouth. Usually, lobster I had before was tough and kind of rubbery. This lobster was so tender; I couldn’t help but moan as it waged a war with my mouth over swallowing.
“I was hoping you would join me. I got a little carried away. I made way too much just for me. I hadn’t made it in a few years.”
Ethel turned back toward her kitchen and I followed like a moth to the flame. I was ruined for plain Kraft dinner forever. This woman was going to fatten me up for sure. I really did enjoy her company. After I joined her for dinner, all I could say was Lobster Mac & Cheese was my new favorite food. Ethel then asked what I had planned for the weekend.
“Tomorrow I have to check in with my nursing agency, then Sunday I thought I would do some exploring around Eastport.”
“Well, maybe I can join you, dear. I don’t get out nearly enough.”
“Of course, you can. I couldn’t think of a better tour guide.” We finished with some coffee, pastry, and more conversation.
“I haven’t been into town much since I buried my Harry. Al from the Rose Garden calls me almost every day. He is a sweet man. He sends his son Sam to deliver groceries weekly.”
“That’s great, Ethel. Al has been so sweet to me. When my husband and I visited, they talked for hours about fishing. They stayed close after we went back home. I reached out to him first when I considered leaving Pennsylvania.”
“I grew up here. So did Al and his family. This is a small town, dear. You are family now.”
In the last two days, Ethel shed a new light on things. I knew I’d come to Eastport for a new start, and in that moment, I felt it. I turned to Ethel and wrapped my arms around her small body in a tight hug.
“I would love your company on Sunday. Sam doesn’t have to deliver groceries this week.”
I retreated to my apartment after Ethel refused my assistance cleaning up again. I looked to the stack of totes filled with my life. I really wanted to tackle some of this before I started working on Monday.
Deep breaths. You can do this . I
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