The Garden House by Linda Mahkovec

Author:Linda Mahkovec [Mahkovec, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bublish, Inc.

Chapter 8

Miranda woke up late, feeling groggy and irritable. She heard Ben in the kitchen, and hurried downstairs only to see him grab an apple and his briefcase before heading out the door.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” she asked.

“I’m late as it is.”

She followed him to the door. “Don’t forget – Paula and Derek are coming to dinner tonight.”

He made no comment, but walked to his car and got inside.

Miranda waited to see if he would turn around and wave, but he gave no sign that he noticed her. She went back inside and closed the door, thinking what a stubborn man he was.

After getting dressed and having a bite to eat, she went to the garage and brought the bag of old china to the bench outside the front door. She was determined to complete one of her projects – in part to prove to Ben, and herself, that she could. She looked at the stack of cracked and chipped china from one of her visits to a flea market with Paula. Several years ago. Her intention had been to make a mosaic mirror, but she had never gotten around to it.

Today was the day she would follow through with it. Tomorrow she would begin on the screen. No more excuses.

She spread newspapers in front of the bench, and set the stack of plates on them, along with a small hammer. As she examined the dishes, she tried not to think about the recurring dreams, or about Ben’s dismissive attitude towards them. Of course, most of the times her dreams didn’t mean anything at all. But there had been times when they did. She supposed they came from minute perceptions that her subconscious mind picked up on, and when they reached a tipping point, she had a dream, telling her to pay attention.

But this time, she didn’t know what to pay attention to. There were only three things different in her life: the kids both moving away at the same time, the visits to the shelter, and the arrival of William. The kids were fine; in her heart, she knew the dreams were not about them. And though she had been initially upset about the shelter, it hadn’t left any deep impression. And William – she turned her head towards the garden house, considering if there could be anything concerning him. He was a nice guy, quiet and gentle. He had made her feel better about herself yesterday.

She leaned back against the bench, realizing that she wasn’t being entirely honest with herself. There was another feeling about William she was ignoring, one she didn’t want to examine. There was something mysterious about him, secretive. She was almost one hundred percent sure that the cries she heard at night were coming from the garden house. Had he brought someone there? Why did she always get the feeling that he was hiding something? She shook away the thought, feeling ungenerous in her suspicions.

She put on a pair of gardening gloves and lifted the hammer.

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