“You need to go back to work,” Charlie said as she sat on top of the fence, observing Bass as he chopped wood out by her Grandpa’s barn.
Stopping for a moment, Bass wiped his arm across his forehead before swinging the axe once again. “I do, huh?” he grunted knocking the wood out of the way before grabbing another log to split.
“Uh huh. Otherwise, you’ll be joining me in la la land sooner rather than later.”
“Don’t do that,” he huffed, swinging the axe again before leaving where it lay imbedded in the stump.
“Don’t do what?” Charlie asked, watching as he used a towel to wipe the sweat from his face before moving towards her, making room for himself between her legs.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not crazy.”
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This was not the first time she had received her mother's pushback on her relationship with Bass. “Mom, I know that there’s something between the three of you. Something ugly,” Charlie said as her eyes started to tear up. “I’m just trying to come to terms with a lot of stuff and i’m sorry if you think I’m doing this to hurt you.” Giving her mothers hand one last squeeze, CHarlie turned on her heel and continued walking.
“Charlie! CHarlie that’s not what I meant!” Rachel called out after her daughter who quickly disappeared into the distance.
Xxxxx
Walking down main street, Charlie nodded and smiled to people who addressed her by name as she made her way through town.
Stopping at what had once been the only major intersection in town, Charlie stood trying to determine which direction she should go, when a man her grandfather's age, stopped next to her.
“Charlie? You okay?” he asked looking at her in concern.
Looking up at him, Charlie gave a sheepish grin. “For the life of me I can’t remember where Bass Monroe’s house is. Do you happen to know?”
“Of course,” the older man said turning to face the same direction she was. “Four blocks straight, then turn right and go another 3 blocks. 520 Chestnut …show more content…
“I can’t believe you're here and alive! I’ve come by the house a dozen times and they keep turning my away,” he said, finally letting her go and drawing a breath.
“You are alright, aren’t you?” The woman asked from where she stood just inside the door.
“That’s open to interpretation,” Charlie replied with a one sided smile. Looking back to the man, Aaron, she tilted her head. “I was hoping we could talk.”
Xxxx
Walking determinedly back to Bass’ house, Charlie paused along the side of the road to throw up. Several times in fact.
Going around the back, she stopped to draw water from the well, taking it into the kitchen and rinsing her mouth out. Pulling out a piece of flatbread that Priscilla had sent went her, CHarlie sat at the dinner table chewing the tasteless bread as she processed everything she had learned about the people she knew, the images in her head merging again and again with the people that she remembered, unable to make the two images stick.
Finally, disgusted with the entire thing, she took off her coat, hanging it on the back of the chair and went to work. She needed something to distract her and this house had never met the likes of Charlie Matheson
Stopping for a moment, Bass wiped his arm across his forehead before swinging the axe once again. “I do, huh?” he grunted knocking the wood out of the way before grabbing another log to split.
“Uh huh. Otherwise, you’ll be joining me in la la land sooner rather than later.”
“Don’t do that,” he huffed, swinging the axe again before leaving where it lay imbedded in the stump.
“Don’t do what?” Charlie asked, watching as he used a towel to wipe the sweat from his face before moving towards her, making room for himself between her legs.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not crazy.”
Playing with …show more content…
This was not the first time she had received her mother's pushback on her relationship with Bass. “Mom, I know that there’s something between the three of you. Something ugly,” Charlie said as her eyes started to tear up. “I’m just trying to come to terms with a lot of stuff and i’m sorry if you think I’m doing this to hurt you.” Giving her mothers hand one last squeeze, CHarlie turned on her heel and continued walking.
“Charlie! CHarlie that’s not what I meant!” Rachel called out after her daughter who quickly disappeared into the distance.
Xxxxx
Walking down main street, Charlie nodded and smiled to people who addressed her by name as she made her way through town.
Stopping at what had once been the only major intersection in town, Charlie stood trying to determine which direction she should go, when a man her grandfather's age, stopped next to her.
“Charlie? You okay?” he asked looking at her in concern.
Looking up at him, Charlie gave a sheepish grin. “For the life of me I can’t remember where Bass Monroe’s house is. Do you happen to know?”
“Of course,” the older man said turning to face the same direction she was. “Four blocks straight, then turn right and go another 3 blocks. 520 Chestnut …show more content…
“I can’t believe you're here and alive! I’ve come by the house a dozen times and they keep turning my away,” he said, finally letting her go and drawing a breath.
“You are alright, aren’t you?” The woman asked from where she stood just inside the door.
“That’s open to interpretation,” Charlie replied with a one sided smile. Looking back to the man, Aaron, she tilted her head. “I was hoping we could talk.”
Xxxx
Walking determinedly back to Bass’ house, Charlie paused along the side of the road to throw up. Several times in fact.
Going around the back, she stopped to draw water from the well, taking it into the kitchen and rinsing her mouth out. Pulling out a piece of flatbread that Priscilla had sent went her, CHarlie sat at the dinner table chewing the tasteless bread as she processed everything she had learned about the people she knew, the images in her head merging again and again with the people that she remembered, unable to make the two images stick.
Finally, disgusted with the entire thing, she took off her coat, hanging it on the back of the chair and went to work. She needed something to distract her and this house had never met the likes of Charlie Matheson