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Authors: Colette Cabot
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senior citizens. I'm sure you'll be very happy there.”
“You're kicking me out?” she exclaimed. “I guess I don't blame you, really.”
“Well, you see, Aunt Anna,” said Kathy Mae slowly and clearly, “I have a full time job now, and I'm going to be taking evening classes in a few weeks. This house is really too big for me to take care of properly with as busy as I'll be.”
“How about I keep it clean for you, then?” asked Aunt Anna. “And I can make sure you've got a meal ready when you come home. I can cook, though it may not be fancy. And, I'll get a TV for my own room. I know that noise is disturbing to you—especially if you're going to have studying to do. You should use the desk in the living room. I'll move my stuff out of there. What d' ya think, Kathy Mae?” she pleaded. “I can make this work, I promise.”
“We'll see,” said Kathy Mae, realizing her power in the situation. “I'll have to think about it.”
She went to her room and began hanging her newly acquired clothes in her closet. From there she could hear pots and pans clanging, water running in the sink, and the silence of the living room TV—something she couldn't ever remember hearing before.
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When The World Stopped
The next morning was Saturday, and Kathy Mae left early in the morning to set up a banking account before they closed. She dressed in casual business attire for the first time in her life, and she liked the image looking back at her. Even Aunt Anna raised from her bent position mopping the floor and smiled at her with admiration.
Kathy Mae dressed in a nice pair of dark jeans and chose a tan blazer to wear with it. She walked to town wearing her sneakers, but they didn't look so shabby once she scrubbed them really good. A new pair was in order, as well as some appropriate for work. As the wind blew fiercely, smacking her face with strands of long, dark hair, she decided that she would get a new haircut while in town also. Her pony tail needed to make way for a new and more professional Kathy Mae—something that bounces with the turn of her head, yet is neat and easy to care for.
Large hailstones began hitting her with still almost a mile to go. She crouched to protect her head, running faster toward town knowing there was no shelter anywhere nearby—except for trees. With the storms that had been threatening for days, it wouldn't be safe to go near a tree. In the middle of it all she saw his white truck approaching fast. Mason was driving in the opposite direction and heading toward her. She didn't know if he'd seen her, as he sped past. She did not look much like herself anymore, and there was no reason that she could imagine for him being on this road. The likely assumption was that he was headed toward her house. She went to the middle of the road and waved, hoping to be visible in his rear view mirror. But, the truck was far away in only seconds.
The hail started falling by the bucket-full, now as big as ping-pong balls and hard as rocks. The wind pushed against her, keeping her from moving forward. Walking became like swimming against the current. Finally, she fell to the ground, a deliberate attempt to shield herself from the deluge of hailstones. Her body hugged the earth as a frightened child snuggling against her mother's breast. Oh, God, she prayed. Help me. Then a tree cracked loudly nearby, and a huge branch fell across her back, knocking the breath out of her and causing her to lose consciousness.
Mason would not have seen her lying there on the ground in dull-colored clothing that blended with the neutral surroundings. It took him a few minutes to help Aunt Anna to the basement, and then he went back toward town as she had told him that was where Kathy Mae had been headed. If not for the tree across the road, Mason probably would not have stopped. This became an
“You're kicking me out?” she exclaimed. “I guess I don't blame you, really.”
“Well, you see, Aunt Anna,” said Kathy Mae slowly and clearly, “I have a full time job now, and I'm going to be taking evening classes in a few weeks. This house is really too big for me to take care of properly with as busy as I'll be.”
“How about I keep it clean for you, then?” asked Aunt Anna. “And I can make sure you've got a meal ready when you come home. I can cook, though it may not be fancy. And, I'll get a TV for my own room. I know that noise is disturbing to you—especially if you're going to have studying to do. You should use the desk in the living room. I'll move my stuff out of there. What d' ya think, Kathy Mae?” she pleaded. “I can make this work, I promise.”
“We'll see,” said Kathy Mae, realizing her power in the situation. “I'll have to think about it.”
She went to her room and began hanging her newly acquired clothes in her closet. From there she could hear pots and pans clanging, water running in the sink, and the silence of the living room TV—something she couldn't ever remember hearing before.
****
When The World Stopped
The next morning was Saturday, and Kathy Mae left early in the morning to set up a banking account before they closed. She dressed in casual business attire for the first time in her life, and she liked the image looking back at her. Even Aunt Anna raised from her bent position mopping the floor and smiled at her with admiration.
Kathy Mae dressed in a nice pair of dark jeans and chose a tan blazer to wear with it. She walked to town wearing her sneakers, but they didn't look so shabby once she scrubbed them really good. A new pair was in order, as well as some appropriate for work. As the wind blew fiercely, smacking her face with strands of long, dark hair, she decided that she would get a new haircut while in town also. Her pony tail needed to make way for a new and more professional Kathy Mae—something that bounces with the turn of her head, yet is neat and easy to care for.
Large hailstones began hitting her with still almost a mile to go. She crouched to protect her head, running faster toward town knowing there was no shelter anywhere nearby—except for trees. With the storms that had been threatening for days, it wouldn't be safe to go near a tree. In the middle of it all she saw his white truck approaching fast. Mason was driving in the opposite direction and heading toward her. She didn't know if he'd seen her, as he sped past. She did not look much like herself anymore, and there was no reason that she could imagine for him being on this road. The likely assumption was that he was headed toward her house. She went to the middle of the road and waved, hoping to be visible in his rear view mirror. But, the truck was far away in only seconds.
The hail started falling by the bucket-full, now as big as ping-pong balls and hard as rocks. The wind pushed against her, keeping her from moving forward. Walking became like swimming against the current. Finally, she fell to the ground, a deliberate attempt to shield herself from the deluge of hailstones. Her body hugged the earth as a frightened child snuggling against her mother's breast. Oh, God, she prayed. Help me. Then a tree cracked loudly nearby, and a huge branch fell across her back, knocking the breath out of her and causing her to lose consciousness.
Mason would not have seen her lying there on the ground in dull-colored clothing that blended with the neutral surroundings. It took him a few minutes to help Aunt Anna to the basement, and then he went back toward town as she had told him that was where Kathy Mae had been headed. If not for the tree across the road, Mason probably would not have stopped. This became an
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