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room for a pair of clean socks, but came up empty handed.
I guess I'll have to ask good ol' grandma for a pair.
"Hey
Grandma, I don't have a clean pair of socks, can I bo-" I was half way
down the stairs when I caught sight of another older lady sitting at the dining
room table with my grandmamma. "I'm sorry, I didn't know we had
company." My grandmamma came rushing over to me as I hobbled the rest of
the way down the remaining steps.
"Let
me help you, dear. This is Lydia Raine. She and Jasper own the adjoining farm
just up over the hill. Lydia this is my granddaughter, Kayla Anne."
I walked
the remaining two feet over to shake Lydia's hand. "Pleasure to meet you,
Mrs. Raine."
"Likewise
Kayla, and please call me Lydia."
I smiled
and nodded as I took the seat across from Lydia and next to my grandmamma. I
couldn't help but notice how much Madison looked like his grandmother. The
resemblance between the two of them was uncanny. I found myself staring at
Lydia, in a way that surprised me.
I felt
drawn to her, almost as much as I felt it with my own grandmamma. Something
about her made me feel comfortable and at ease. She was a lovely woman and
looked to be at least ten years younger than Madison's grandfather. Her hair
was a soft shade of white and she had it loosely pulled back into a low bun.
Her face looked weathered, but not overly so. Her big green eyes stood out
among all of her features, and her lips were almost as full as Angelina
Jolie's. She was beautiful and I could only imagine what she had looked like
when she was younger.
My
attention was quickly brought back to the present conversation when I heard my grandmamma
ask her about Madison. Up until this point, neither had said his name. My
grandmamma was askin' about his plans now that he had graduated and I was
extremely interested in her answer.
"I'm
not sure about that boy, I tell ya. He says him and his band have a few shows
to do and that's why he can't stay the full summer like usual. I'm okay with
it, but Harold, not so much. He thinks that poor boy needs more discipline, but
I say you're only young once, so ya might as well do something exciting and
fun. I know Harold had a long conversation with him last night, after he had
come back to the house. Maybe he got some more information from him."
Her and
my grandmamma both took a sip of their sweet tea, as I reached over for a piece
of pie that had been previously cut. Just as my fingers grazed the glass plate,
I felt a cool hand slap down on it.
"You
can have some pie, after you have some breakfast."
I smiled
a weak smile, as visions of my mother broke through my head. I knew my grandmamma
meant no harm, but it was the action in itself that had me feeling jittery. I
excused myself and stood to grab myself a bowl of cereal, when my grandmamma
caught me by the wrist. I cringed as pain shot up through my arm.
"I'm
sorry dear, come back and have some pie. No reason to let it go to waste."
She winked up at me and I knew she realized what her small action had done.
I sat
back down and started forking bites full of blueberry pie into my oversaturated
mouth. I was famished and I swear I could've eaten the whole thing given the
chance. I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten anything. I
concentrated on my pie as Lydia and my grandmamma continued on with their
conversation as though I wasn't even there.
"When
will Madison be leavin' us?" My grandmamma's voice was curt, but sweet all
rolled in one.
"Tomorrow
will be his last day with us." Lydia responded.
I looked
up at her through my lashes, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. I
wasn't sure if I was supposed to be hangin' out with Madison, so I kept my
opinion to myself. I was surprised he hadn't mentioned that he was leaving last
night, not that I would have remembered anyway. Still, I knew he was going to
be trouble, just like my momma had warned me so long ago, but I refused to
believe that he was that cruel to start something with me
I guess I'll have to ask good ol' grandma for a pair.
"Hey
Grandma, I don't have a clean pair of socks, can I bo-" I was half way
down the stairs when I caught sight of another older lady sitting at the dining
room table with my grandmamma. "I'm sorry, I didn't know we had
company." My grandmamma came rushing over to me as I hobbled the rest of
the way down the remaining steps.
"Let
me help you, dear. This is Lydia Raine. She and Jasper own the adjoining farm
just up over the hill. Lydia this is my granddaughter, Kayla Anne."
I walked
the remaining two feet over to shake Lydia's hand. "Pleasure to meet you,
Mrs. Raine."
"Likewise
Kayla, and please call me Lydia."
I smiled
and nodded as I took the seat across from Lydia and next to my grandmamma. I
couldn't help but notice how much Madison looked like his grandmother. The
resemblance between the two of them was uncanny. I found myself staring at
Lydia, in a way that surprised me.
I felt
drawn to her, almost as much as I felt it with my own grandmamma. Something
about her made me feel comfortable and at ease. She was a lovely woman and
looked to be at least ten years younger than Madison's grandfather. Her hair
was a soft shade of white and she had it loosely pulled back into a low bun.
Her face looked weathered, but not overly so. Her big green eyes stood out
among all of her features, and her lips were almost as full as Angelina
Jolie's. She was beautiful and I could only imagine what she had looked like
when she was younger.
My
attention was quickly brought back to the present conversation when I heard my grandmamma
ask her about Madison. Up until this point, neither had said his name. My
grandmamma was askin' about his plans now that he had graduated and I was
extremely interested in her answer.
"I'm
not sure about that boy, I tell ya. He says him and his band have a few shows
to do and that's why he can't stay the full summer like usual. I'm okay with
it, but Harold, not so much. He thinks that poor boy needs more discipline, but
I say you're only young once, so ya might as well do something exciting and
fun. I know Harold had a long conversation with him last night, after he had
come back to the house. Maybe he got some more information from him."
Her and
my grandmamma both took a sip of their sweet tea, as I reached over for a piece
of pie that had been previously cut. Just as my fingers grazed the glass plate,
I felt a cool hand slap down on it.
"You
can have some pie, after you have some breakfast."
I smiled
a weak smile, as visions of my mother broke through my head. I knew my grandmamma
meant no harm, but it was the action in itself that had me feeling jittery. I
excused myself and stood to grab myself a bowl of cereal, when my grandmamma
caught me by the wrist. I cringed as pain shot up through my arm.
"I'm
sorry dear, come back and have some pie. No reason to let it go to waste."
She winked up at me and I knew she realized what her small action had done.
I sat
back down and started forking bites full of blueberry pie into my oversaturated
mouth. I was famished and I swear I could've eaten the whole thing given the
chance. I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten anything. I
concentrated on my pie as Lydia and my grandmamma continued on with their
conversation as though I wasn't even there.
"When
will Madison be leavin' us?" My grandmamma's voice was curt, but sweet all
rolled in one.
"Tomorrow
will be his last day with us." Lydia responded.
I looked
up at her through my lashes, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. I
wasn't sure if I was supposed to be hangin' out with Madison, so I kept my
opinion to myself. I was surprised he hadn't mentioned that he was leaving last
night, not that I would have remembered anyway. Still, I knew he was going to
be trouble, just like my momma had warned me so long ago, but I refused to
believe that he was that cruel to start something with me
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