parking lot. Her heart jumped up into her
throat. What would she say to him after all these years? He looked so similar
to what she remembered, but was handsome now. He had black hair that curled
into locks, and blue eyes. His jaw was square and firm, like his shoulders.
Brent had grown into the kind of guy that most woman would consider a heart
throb, especially when his success and money were considered into the equation.
Suddenly Lucille was self conscious . It was all well
and good that he had grown up to be an impressing gentleman, but how would she
fair in his estimations?
Lucille
knew that she was good looking. She had red hair and freckles with a big bust.
She wasn't too tall or too short, being just the in between that men liked. She
also had a really nice ass. So she had all that going for her. But at the same
time she knew that Brent was now so much richer than her that he was more or
less on a whole other social level. Just like back then. The whole ordeal had
been different for Brent. Yes, he'd lost family as well—two older brothers so
that Brent became an only child. But before things got really bad Brent's
family had opted to spend the money on plane tickets and head to their nearest
relatives in America.
She'd
found out he'd left when he sneaked across farm and field, all the way to his
family's farm, and found everything boarded up and empty. The cows were gone.
The chickens had been gone. Lucille realized that that was what Brent had been
keeping from her the last few weeks. She'd thought it had had something to do
with a girl that Brent might have had a crush on at the time. His could be
crush had left town under similar circumstances in which his family had just
left—things were hard and they had a way out.
Lucille
was hurt, even back then, even so young. She tried to be happy for him, but
that had taken a lot of work. It had felt more like betrayal than anything
else. She hated to admit that to herself but she had to. Deep down she felt like Brent had abandoned her and the rest of his
people for the easy way out. She knew, even at that young of an age, that what
she was doing wasn't fair; that it wasn't fair to malign Brent in her mind. But
at the same time she figured why not? Why not convict him in an imaginary court
where he couldn't defend himself, he wasn't interested in being around to
defend himself anyway. If he was he would have stayed. What she didn't think of
then, but thought of now, is how hard of a choice that had to have been for his
parents. They left everything behind because they thought there wasn't going to
be anything left after the dust settled. And they took everything with because
they knew, even though they still retained the property rights, that the
reaction from their once neighbors would be to absorb the land into their own.
The resentment ran so deep that eventually the neighbors were allowed to
actually strike a deed and sign it that split the farm up in the eyes of the
state as well as the village.
All
of it hadn't been fair to Brent or his family, but had it been fair of them to
leave everyone behind? Lucille couldn't believe that she was trying to weigh
out in her mind whether or not it had been fair that he and his family left,
the distant past, just moments before he was about to step out of his car, in
the present moment, and come and say hi to her for the first time in she didn't
know how many years. It wasn't like her family hadn't followed similar routes
after they realized how unsalvageable the community had become with so many
members either going into the grave or becoming bitter as they watched. But
they hadn't been able to fly to America, though, where the land of opportunity
might have given them a chance to rebound financially. Instead they had had to
move to another rural community and try to fight it out there. But it just
wasn't moving and trying to settle
throat. What would she say to him after all these years? He looked so similar
to what she remembered, but was handsome now. He had black hair that curled
into locks, and blue eyes. His jaw was square and firm, like his shoulders.
Brent had grown into the kind of guy that most woman would consider a heart
throb, especially when his success and money were considered into the equation.
Suddenly Lucille was self conscious . It was all well
and good that he had grown up to be an impressing gentleman, but how would she
fair in his estimations?
Lucille
knew that she was good looking. She had red hair and freckles with a big bust.
She wasn't too tall or too short, being just the in between that men liked. She
also had a really nice ass. So she had all that going for her. But at the same
time she knew that Brent was now so much richer than her that he was more or
less on a whole other social level. Just like back then. The whole ordeal had
been different for Brent. Yes, he'd lost family as well—two older brothers so
that Brent became an only child. But before things got really bad Brent's
family had opted to spend the money on plane tickets and head to their nearest
relatives in America.
She'd
found out he'd left when he sneaked across farm and field, all the way to his
family's farm, and found everything boarded up and empty. The cows were gone.
The chickens had been gone. Lucille realized that that was what Brent had been
keeping from her the last few weeks. She'd thought it had had something to do
with a girl that Brent might have had a crush on at the time. His could be
crush had left town under similar circumstances in which his family had just
left—things were hard and they had a way out.
Lucille
was hurt, even back then, even so young. She tried to be happy for him, but
that had taken a lot of work. It had felt more like betrayal than anything
else. She hated to admit that to herself but she had to. Deep down she felt like Brent had abandoned her and the rest of his
people for the easy way out. She knew, even at that young of an age, that what
she was doing wasn't fair; that it wasn't fair to malign Brent in her mind. But
at the same time she figured why not? Why not convict him in an imaginary court
where he couldn't defend himself, he wasn't interested in being around to
defend himself anyway. If he was he would have stayed. What she didn't think of
then, but thought of now, is how hard of a choice that had to have been for his
parents. They left everything behind because they thought there wasn't going to
be anything left after the dust settled. And they took everything with because
they knew, even though they still retained the property rights, that the
reaction from their once neighbors would be to absorb the land into their own.
The resentment ran so deep that eventually the neighbors were allowed to
actually strike a deed and sign it that split the farm up in the eyes of the
state as well as the village.
All
of it hadn't been fair to Brent or his family, but had it been fair of them to
leave everyone behind? Lucille couldn't believe that she was trying to weigh
out in her mind whether or not it had been fair that he and his family left,
the distant past, just moments before he was about to step out of his car, in
the present moment, and come and say hi to her for the first time in she didn't
know how many years. It wasn't like her family hadn't followed similar routes
after they realized how unsalvageable the community had become with so many
members either going into the grave or becoming bitter as they watched. But
they hadn't been able to fly to America, though, where the land of opportunity
might have given them a chance to rebound financially. Instead they had had to
move to another rural community and try to fight it out there. But it just
wasn't moving and trying to settle
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