This week is our picture prompt week. We had to choose among several doors. This is my choice. We return to "Too Late for Goodbye" again this week. I hope you enjoy this 300-word snippet and will return to Tuesday Tales and read all the stories.
Jackie hesitated before knocking on the old oak door. She glanced up at the mansard roof, the graceful, peeling white shutters and the thick, detailed, white molding. The house was a mansion. She wondered about the old woman who lived there.
The young woman took a deep breath and let it out. This companion job was her last chance at independence. She had to make it work and she would, no matter how cantankerous the old lady was. Jackie would find a way to get along with her. Screwing up her courage, she knocked once, then again.
“Coming, coming! Keep your shirt on.” The hinges creaked and the heavy door swung open. Behind it stood a short, slender woman. Her gray hair was cut in a stylish, attractive do. She wore a little lipstick, black pants, a T-shirt, and a corduroy jacket.
“Yes, ma’am. That’s me.”
The older woman rested her hands on her hips and looked Jackie over.
“You’re kinda skinny, but I guess that’s to be expected. I mean after what you went through.”
“You’re Maxine Connors?”
“Call me Max. Come on in. We’ll get you settled in your room later. You’re just in time for lunch.” She stepped aside and let the young woman inside.
Jackie carried a small suitcase and wore a backpack. She put her luggage down by the door in the mahogany paneled entryway and followed Max into the kitchen.
“I understood you could cook,” she said, sitting down at the table.
“Yep. I’m not gourmet chef, but I can do a fair stew and bake a little bread.”
“That’s good.” There were two place settings. “Let’s eat.”
Jackie looked around, but didn’t see any food. “What are we having?”
“I don’t know. What are you making?” Maxine asked, breaking into a smile.
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