Leaves In Autumn (Moonridge Memories, #2) by L.M. Pfalz

Author:L.M. Pfalz
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: coming of age, family saga, mothers and daughters, parenthood, married women, cheap ebooks
Publisher: L.M. Pfalz

Chapter 12

Mother’s Weekend Continues

Moonridge – October 29, 2005

Theresa awoke the next morning to the sounds of Freddy Krueger slashing up his next victim. She rolled over to find her mother’s side of the bed empty, and yet the TV still blared. She felt around for the remote but couldn’t find it. She groaned, swinging her legs out of bed. She got up and headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, she found her mother making oatmeal and brewing a pot of coffee. Theresa sat down at the kitchen island. “Morning,” she said.

“Theresa, I was just about to wake you. Do you take cream in your coffee?”

“Yeah.”

“The oatmeal will be ready in a minute,” she said, handing her a cup of coffee.

Theresa studied the mug. It had faded yellow and pink stripes around it and inside a heart were the words: World’s Best Mom. “I can’t believe you still have this. Brenda and I got this for you when I was, like, seven.”

“It was a very pretty mug, even if the words were disingenuous.”

Theresa rolled her eyes. “Well, anyway, it’s cool you kept it.”

Joanne spooned some oatmeal into a bowl and tossed it in front of Theresa. The spoon flipped out of the bowl and clinked onto the counter. Theresa picked it up.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“No,” Joanne replied sharply. “Maybe I should just run my errands by myself. There’s no reason for you to go to the hair salon with me. I’m not sure what a stylist could do with that rat’s nest anyway.”

Theresa rubbed her eyes, wearily. “Fine. I didn’t really want to go anyway.”

Joanne marched out of the kitchen. Theresa shook her head and proceeded to eat her breakfast.

Once her mother left for her outing, she went upstairs. She stopped outside of Lindsay’s room but still couldn’t bring herself to go in. Instead, she gazed upward at the access door in the ceiling leading to the attic. Theresa couldn’t recall any time in her life she had gone up there, and she found herself curious as to what her parents stored up in the attic. She reached up and pulled the cord. The attic stairs slid down. She unfolded them and ascended.

At the top, she looked around the dusty, dank area. A round window at the front of the house streamed sunlight into the unfinished space. Theresa carefully walked across the beams on the floor, passing boxes labeled “Christmas Decorations” and “Old Bedding”. She spotted an old black trunk in the corner and made her way to it. She knelt down in front of it and popped the latches. Upon opening the lid, a cloud of dust puffed out causing Theresa to cough. When the dust settled, she peered into the trunk. Right on top was a white wedding dress, which had yellowed over the years. Theresa pulled it out and shook it out in front of her to get a good look at it. The bodice and long sleeves were covered in white lace. Theresa thought it was very pretty, and she wondered why her mother didn’t pass it down to any of her daughters.

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