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message via email to S. so he didn’t worry.
For the last two days, she’d been pretty much snowbound. The flakes were coming down faster than they could be cleared from the roads. She lived ten miles from town on a tranquil five acres of land that nobody really cared about. Dennis and Joan hadn’t been anywhere close to being able to afford waterfront property, but Randi hadn’t minded not living right on the beach. It was too crowded in town, too busy with tourists in the summer. She loved having her own space to breathe.
Letting the curtain she was holding fall back into place, Randi turned back toward the small living room. So much of her parents still remained in the house, but Randi liked it that way. She’d kept as many items as she could that had belonged to them, wanting to somehow keep them with her even now.
Her heart clenched as her gaze fell on a picture of all three of them, a family, huddled together on the beach soon after they’d brought her to Amesport. Dennis and Joan had been the parents she’d never had, even though they were more appropriate in age to be her grandparents. It hadn’t mattered to Randi. They’d filled up an emotional void she had carried all her life. Now, it was like the gaping dark hole was back, and nothing could ever fill it in again.
She tore her eyes from the photo, knowing that eventually the pain would ease. There would probably come a time when she felt nothing but joy looking at pictures of her saviors, but that day wasn’t today.
“I need to shower.” Her golden retriever, Lily, lifted her head off the floor to look at Randi with soulful, curious eyes. “I stink,” Randi told her dog, watching as Lily cocked her head as though she understood.
Randi had spent the morning working out and meditating, so her yoga pants and T-shirt were damply clinging to her body even though a snowstorm raged outdoors.
Lily trotted along behind her as Randi shed her clothes, throwing them all into the hamper as she arrived in the bathroom.
“We need food for both of us,” Randi announced as she turned on the shower and looked down at Lily’s prostrate body on the rug beside her.
She hadn’t stocked up enough on food, and she was hungry. Lily was down to the last of her dog food. Randi would need to clear out her driveway with the old ATV and plow in the garage, and then hope her small four-wheel drive could get through the snow on the road. Another storm had developed behind the one they were experiencing now, so the weather was only going to get worse. Even though the snow was still falling, it might be the only break she’d get for the next few days. If the weather predictions were correct, the next storm would be just as bad as the first.
Feeling less gloomy after her shower, Randi went into what used to be her parents’ bedroom. It was now a home office, since she couldn’t bear to make their room into her bedroom. Not now. Maybe not ever.
It’s only noon. I have time to check my email.
Of course, she was rationalizing. The sooner she got outside to plow, the faster she could go get food. But she hadn’t checked for a reply from S., and she’d love to know what he had to say about her email to him last Friday.
Sitting down at the small desk, she opened her laptop and waited for her email to boot up.
Dear M.,
I’m sorry you got stood up. Oh hell . . . I’m not really that sorry. I never want anything to happen that hurts you, but I really was envious of your date. Maybe he’ll stay sick for weeks so you can’t reschedule.
I did end up getting stuck in the blizzard, so I’m still in Maine. I’ll be here until the weather clears, so talk to me. What stupid thing did you do tonight if your date never showed up?
Sincerely,
S.
Randi glanced at the date on the email. He’d answered back only a short time after she’d emailed him two days ago. She’d been too restless to sit, so she’d kept herself busy and hadn’t checked her email since
For the last two days, she’d been pretty much snowbound. The flakes were coming down faster than they could be cleared from the roads. She lived ten miles from town on a tranquil five acres of land that nobody really cared about. Dennis and Joan hadn’t been anywhere close to being able to afford waterfront property, but Randi hadn’t minded not living right on the beach. It was too crowded in town, too busy with tourists in the summer. She loved having her own space to breathe.
Letting the curtain she was holding fall back into place, Randi turned back toward the small living room. So much of her parents still remained in the house, but Randi liked it that way. She’d kept as many items as she could that had belonged to them, wanting to somehow keep them with her even now.
Her heart clenched as her gaze fell on a picture of all three of them, a family, huddled together on the beach soon after they’d brought her to Amesport. Dennis and Joan had been the parents she’d never had, even though they were more appropriate in age to be her grandparents. It hadn’t mattered to Randi. They’d filled up an emotional void she had carried all her life. Now, it was like the gaping dark hole was back, and nothing could ever fill it in again.
She tore her eyes from the photo, knowing that eventually the pain would ease. There would probably come a time when she felt nothing but joy looking at pictures of her saviors, but that day wasn’t today.
“I need to shower.” Her golden retriever, Lily, lifted her head off the floor to look at Randi with soulful, curious eyes. “I stink,” Randi told her dog, watching as Lily cocked her head as though she understood.
Randi had spent the morning working out and meditating, so her yoga pants and T-shirt were damply clinging to her body even though a snowstorm raged outdoors.
Lily trotted along behind her as Randi shed her clothes, throwing them all into the hamper as she arrived in the bathroom.
“We need food for both of us,” Randi announced as she turned on the shower and looked down at Lily’s prostrate body on the rug beside her.
She hadn’t stocked up enough on food, and she was hungry. Lily was down to the last of her dog food. Randi would need to clear out her driveway with the old ATV and plow in the garage, and then hope her small four-wheel drive could get through the snow on the road. Another storm had developed behind the one they were experiencing now, so the weather was only going to get worse. Even though the snow was still falling, it might be the only break she’d get for the next few days. If the weather predictions were correct, the next storm would be just as bad as the first.
Feeling less gloomy after her shower, Randi went into what used to be her parents’ bedroom. It was now a home office, since she couldn’t bear to make their room into her bedroom. Not now. Maybe not ever.
It’s only noon. I have time to check my email.
Of course, she was rationalizing. The sooner she got outside to plow, the faster she could go get food. But she hadn’t checked for a reply from S., and she’d love to know what he had to say about her email to him last Friday.
Sitting down at the small desk, she opened her laptop and waited for her email to boot up.
Dear M.,
I’m sorry you got stood up. Oh hell . . . I’m not really that sorry. I never want anything to happen that hurts you, but I really was envious of your date. Maybe he’ll stay sick for weeks so you can’t reschedule.
I did end up getting stuck in the blizzard, so I’m still in Maine. I’ll be here until the weather clears, so talk to me. What stupid thing did you do tonight if your date never showed up?
Sincerely,
S.
Randi glanced at the date on the email. He’d answered back only a short time after she’d emailed him two days ago. She’d been too restless to sit, so she’d kept herself busy and hadn’t checked her email since
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