Ghosts Beneath Us by Griffith Kathryn Meyer

Author:Griffith, Kathryn Meyer [Griffith, Kathryn Meyer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Google: 1B0tCgAAQBAJ
Publisher: Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Published: 2015-08-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Kate

It was odd being in her mother’s house without her mother. Kate lingered in the open doorway, hand on the knob, and surveyed the yard. The grass needed cutting because it was tall and full of weeds and dandelions. It’d be the first cut of the year. She’d have to haul the mower out, get it running, and cut it. If she waited much longer the mower wouldn’t stand a chance. The rusty blades would choke on the thick grass. But it had begun to rain…so she’d cut the grass tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow.

It was Easter morning and a light rain moved around on a gentle wind. It was warm, though; not chilly like the last two days had been. In her mother’s house she hadn’t needed the furnace on for the first time. At night the small gas fireplace in the living room, flames down low, had been enough.

Her eyes gathered in the wet world outside. The yard, the bushes and trees just beginning to bloom and the gray sky dampened her spirits even more. Oh, how she wished the sun would come out and shine away her misery. Sunlight always cheered her up and she needed cheering up something awful. She was so damn sad and she wondered how long she’d feel this way. Possibly she’d never be happy again.

Her mother was two days in her grave and Kate was relieved the funeral was over and behind her but, oh, how she missed her. With one last deep breathe of the spring air, she shut the door and went back inside. She looked around at the stacks of dusty books, grimy ceramic and glass collectibles, nicked furniture, dirty floors and curtains. She’d have to buckle down and give everything in the house a good scrubbing. Her mother had let it fall into disrepair and filth the last couple years. It wasn’t her mother’s fault because she’d been ill. But now, now she had to take better care of it. Now it was her home.

Yet for today she’d only do a basic cleaning, the real work would have to wait until The Delicious Circle was finished and bringing in customers. She still had to open at the end of May. Now without her mother’s social security check every month the house’s expenses were also on her shoulders, and extras for the funeral had taken more of her savings. She’d had to buy funeral flowers and food for the guests. More people, mostly townies, than she had planned on had showed up at the house afterwards to show their respect for a dead neighbor. Of course Frank, Myrtle, Abigail and the kids had been there. It had touched Kate, their caring. And they’d brought so much food. Silly her. She hadn’t even needed the food she’d provided. At least now her freezer and refrigerator were full. She wouldn’t have to go grocery shopping for a month.

She’d moved into the house after the funeral. Someone had to live in it and protect it.

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