John Davis, Mitch's uncle, sat on the porch, his foot touching the floor every so often to keep the rocker moving. The noise from the night bugs filled the cool air with a sense of peace, and the country farm smell of the horses in the barn was a relaxing elixir. He missed his wife Elizabeth of almost fifty years. She'd been good to him, took care of him, but they never had any children. He had no one to give his last name to, let alone any legacy. When he died, the Davis name would end.Their home, or his home in Montana was too lonely and had too many reminders of their long and mostly happy life together. Everywhere he saw her handicrafts: the curtains she made for the kitchen window, the embroidered pillowcases, the afghan she'd crocheted to cover her feet on cold winter nights.It had only been a few months since he'd laid her to rest, but it seemed like years. She'd died inside when she received the diagnosis of terminal cancer about six months ago. She'd said her goodbyes th
The banker, Janet Trumpey, did a double take and then waved to Susan. Susan knew her from years of banking with her. Janet was a small woman, dark brown wavy hair and hazel eyes. Always neatly dressed and very professional, Janet was also known for a kind heart but only after thorough scrutiny and jumping through hoops. She was very empathetic, Susan remembered and hoped she'd consider using the diner and property for collateral, otherwise-"Hi, Susan, come on in." Janet offered her a chair. Susan was always surprised by how clean and uncluttered they kept their desks. There wasn't even a sticky pad to take a note on."How have you been?" Janet closed her door and sat behind the wooden desk in a large leather chair."I've been good. You've probably heard more than I have about the diner's closure, so I've come back to do it all over again. The next time I sell it, it'll be to someone with a credible reputation." Susan twisted her purse straps."Yes, I did hear, and I must say e
"Sorry, I guess I got carried away." John turned toward the counter where he'd placed his clipboard."It's okay, I-it was good. It felt good. We're celebrating, aren't we?" Susan followed and stood beside him. "What do we do first?""I already have the wall down and the new one ready to go, so I need to figure out how much lumber I need and schedule the electrician. You probably know the best in town, so why don't you schedule him and a plumber. We want all the innards of the place to be clean and ready to go." John picked up the clipboard and moved over to where he intended to build the wall."Okay, I can make those calls. Any preferred time?" she asked."No, I'll be here all day, so anytime is fine.""When are you going to pick up the lumber?" Susan asked."I'm not. We'll have it delivered. Don't have a truck big enough anyway. I hope I can get it soon.""Yeah, me. too. Since we have the money it's work, work, work. I've been wanting to do a deep clean on the grill and
"We never had any children. How about you?" Susan stood and bent over at the waist. Her lower back was giving her fits today."We never did either. I guess we weren't parent material." John put his plate in the garbage and stood beside Susan."I guess so, but we'll never know what we missed then, will we?""You're right. But is it too late?" John extended his arms in dance position."What? What do you mean?""Is it too late to do the things you've always loved doing, like dancing?""No, I don't think so." Susan stepped into his embrace.He put his arm around her waist and hummed. He led her around the front dining area, twirled her under his arm through the open kitchen doors then into the room addition, which was wide open. Susan stared into his deep blue eyes. Mesmerized, stymied.Heat streamed through her veins, her breaths short and erratic. Then she realized he'd slowed, and they simply stood in place and swayed. She thought he was going to kiss her when he leaned
"Hi, there. I noticed you're doing some renovations, and I'm looking for some work for a little extra money. My wife's pregnant with our first baby and had to quit working, so we're a little short of cash right.""What's your name?" Susan knew almost everybody in town, since they'd all at one time or another eaten at her establishment. He sure did look familiar. The patterned blue shirt worn over dirt streaked T-shirt and knee-torn blue jeans indicated they'd already seen an eight hour or more day."I'm Ben Paige, my folks live at - "Susan said, "I know your folks, looks like you grew up when I wasn't looking.""Yes, ma'am, I guess I did," Ben answered."What type of work do you like to do?" John crossed his arms over his chest."I'm open to anything. I have a full-time job, so I could only work nights and weekends but, as you know, every little bit helps."Susan and John looked at each other. "Yes, we do know.""How's your balance, Ben?" John asked."It's fine, I wo
John came by around seven p.m. with a pizza he'd driven all the way into Jackson to pick up. He knocked on Susan's apartment door and surveyed the surrounding buildings and plants. Susan deserved better than this.When Susan opened the door, John was dazed. She sure was pretty with her hair going every which way. The dark circles underneath her eyes stood out on her pale, almost luminescent skin. She wore blue jogging pants with a matching top in a pretty blue-green matching her eyes."Come on in." Susan took the pizza from him, stepped aside, heading to the kitchen.John admired her cute ass as he followed her, but he'd also observed her limp. He shook his head. "You should make an appointment with your doctor. You may need x-rays. You realize you're limping, right? You've got all those nerves riled up, too.""Yes, I know, and yes I need to see the doctor. But, I'm starving, so let's have dinner."They sat at the kitchen table and they talked a few minutes about the diner. B
At lunch, John arrived with sandwiches and salads for each of them, and they ate at the kitchen table. Susan winced as she sat down and was ready for ice again and bed rest. "My back's hurt before, but I've never had this much pain in an all-encompassing area. It feels like my back is on fire.""Before when your back went 'out, you took it easy and, slowly, the muscles relaxed, and your back was fine. But I think you've strained them, and they are mad." He tangled his fingers all together, and she guffawed at him. "They're all twisted up and hollering at each other. What's so funny?""You are. You're silly. You make me laugh.""Is it a good thing?" He asked."Yes, it is, John. I want to be happy, but for some reason I feel I'm cheating on Eddy. Don't you feel similar with your Liz?""This is probably terrible to say, but I don't. I lost my Liz a long time before she drew her last breath. I watched her die a little bit every day and, in the end, it wasn't her. When she chose n
John and Ben walked into the kitchen, talking about what needed to be done next. They worked good together. Ben could've been his son. He was about the right age, and John hoped he could hire him on when his current job expired. While they worked together, John asked him questions one would ask in a job interview. He had the feeling the labor-intensive jobs Ben worked weren't in his future. They were weekly paycheck producing, and that was it. Ben had a number of years of college behind him and some good ideas about management. He might be a great assistant manager for the diner, but they had to get it up and running first."Why don't you tackle the paint jobs while I finish this wall. Then you can prep it for paint.""Sounds good," Ben answered and went straight to work.John had already talked to Susan and Mitch about scouting out some other contracting jobs. He needed to follow up on some of them. He could send Ben to do some work without him there to oversee him constantly.