Melody picked up the letter that had fallen to the floor. The day, which has started only minutes before, felt dismal despite the sunlight flooding the living room. Clutching the letter, she collapsed onto the plastic shrouded plaid couch, and stared at the country road winding past the house. Old Roy believed in getting the most mileage out of everything. The upholstered furniture all wore plastic slipcovers while the tables sported felt pads to protect their surfaces. It wasn’t that the furniture was valuable or new, far from it.
Often she wondered for whom he was preserving his 1950’s furniture. She assumed it was for the missing nephew. Not once did she ever consider it was for her. Still, Roy was a sly one, who often plied her with personal questions about her future prospects and gentleman friends. No doubt, when the man discovered she had none, he felt obligated to make provisions for her. She pulled her legs up under her nightgown to prevent them from sticking to the plastic.
The normal thing would be to strip off the plastic, but something stopped her. Even though she’d lived in the house for over a month, it still didn’t feel like home. She unfolded the letter and reread it again. Her initial anger drained away to be replaced by a sense of lethargy.
The unexpected bounty of the house and boat happened when she most needed it. Her luck tended to run to bill payments lost in the mail that resulted in overdue charges. She never expected to keep the house, that’s why she never removed the plastic. Her left hand worried the plastic as she contemplated where she’d go. If possession was nine-tenths of the law, then she wasn’t leaving. The high-handed Levi would find out she wasn’t a pushover.
Often she wondered for whom he was preserving his 1950’s furniture. She assumed it was for the missing nephew. Not once did she ever consider it was for her. Still, Roy was a sly one, who often plied her with personal questions about her future prospects and gentleman friends. No doubt, when the man discovered she had none, he felt obligated to make provisions for her. She pulled her legs up under her nightgown to prevent them from sticking to the plastic.
The normal thing would be to strip off the plastic, but something stopped her. Even though she’d lived in the house for over a month, it still didn’t feel like home. She unfolded the letter and reread it again. Her initial anger drained away to be replaced by a sense of lethargy.
The unexpected bounty of the house and boat happened when she most needed it. Her luck tended to run to bill payments lost in the mail that resulted in overdue charges. She never expected to keep the house, that’s why she never removed the plastic. Her left hand worried the plastic as she contemplated where she’d go. If possession was nine-tenths of the law, then she wasn’t leaving. The high-handed Levi would find out she wasn’t a pushover.
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