Mary's Move
May 3, 2002
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She sits in the car feeling rather despondent. Mary can feel the irritation radiating from her husband in the driver's seat next to her.
"Tell me again why we are going to your folks place." She says turning to look at him.
"Because they haven't seen us in months, and it's only polite." He replies.
We shouldn't have come back to this God-forsaken place... She thinks. Just when life was starting to get normal again too...
She turns her face back to the widow, watching as the trees lining the road whip by. She hears Mark sigh.
"Listen baby," he begins, "I know that you don't like this place. . ."
Hate, I think, is the word you're looking for. she thinks.
". . . needed a job and Pop was able to wrangle up a position at the Academy."
If only you were willing to stay in Chicago. . . so happy there. . . "I know, hun." She says. "I am really grateful to your dad, it's just. . ." I hate this town!
Stop it she berates herself, Realy should be grateful to them, but I'm not...shouldn't hate this place...won't last forever...can leave when one of us finds something better.
She looks back to him, to find that he looks heartsick. He looks to her, then back to the road with a sigh.
"Weren't there other opportunities in Chicago?" She prods.
"Yes, but I wanted a change pace. I felt bad for not telling you outright though. I know how much you loved it there."
Felt settled more like.
"I hate this place." He says.
My thoughts exactly. She sighs.
NOTE: This was the last assignment for my CCV Creative Writing I online class with William Noble.
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