you Trudy.”
“Coming right up.” Trudy walked towards the kitchen and returned moments later with two plates. “Here you go.” She proudly laid the plates down.
I looked down.
Grilled cheese.
I nearly jumped up and down!
“My favorite!” The voice wasn’t mine and yet it came from my mouth.
I don’t know who shouted, Trudy or my ‘mother’ but my mouth was way too busy tasting.
They both turned their heads and simultaneously looked at me. Both of them had their mouths hanging open and eyebrows lifted.
“Best close those lips before something flies in there.” I told them both.
Now where the hell did that come from?
I ignored their ‘faux’ indignant looks and put my nose close to the plate. Either I was brought up in a barn, or food was my thing . The smell of fresh cheddar, American, and pepper jack cheeses wafted in the air—the perfect combination by the way—melted between two slices of lightly grilled fresh sourdough bread. I must be in heaven.
I grabbed a triangle and bit down deeply, loving the feel and taste of the hot melted cheese oozing out of the sides of the sandwich, and the crunch of the bread as it filled my mouth. I scooped up another spoonful of the tomato soup and ladled it into my mouth. I loved the taste of these two foods together.
“Wait. I love this. I remember loving this.”
Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
“Trudy you’re a genius.” My ‘mother’ clapped and bounced in her chair.
“Trudy, you are the best!” I said, shoveling another mouthful of my sandwich into my mouth.
Truer words were never spoken.
Chapter Ten
I spent the rest of the afternoon into early evening walking around and looking in almost every nook and cranny of ‘my’ home. Walking into my parent’s room wasn’t revealing in any way other than it somehow made me feel sad. I could see looking at my mother’s eyes that she saw that sadness, and felt it too.
I didn’t dwell on it.
The backyard was a whole ‘nother story. I loved it, it was beautiful, soothing and comforting and yet, strangely enough, I felt no affinity towards it.
I was still reeling from my outburst over the soup and sandwich. We came into the house and walked into the family room, and I again was attracted to the table of family pictures. There was no denying that it was ‘me’ in all those pictures during various stages of growth. The front door opened and I heard Trudy call out.
“Mr. Bradley, it’s been some time since you’ve come to see me.” I could hear the jolly tone in her voice, and that was the perfect description for Trudy. Jolly. Not to mention the maker of the finest grilled cheese and tomato soup there was.
“Trudy, my darlin’. It has been too long. Where’s my hug?”
“Oh, Mr. Bradley, I see you are as smooth and charming as always.”
He laughed and the sound was so genuine my heart began beating like a drum.
When he finally walked into the family room, I couldn’t help the ridiculous smile that curved my lips. I was truly happy to see him.
“My favorite two girls.” He announced as he walked over and planted a kiss on my mother’s cheek.
“Bradley, always good to see you.” She said.
“So ladies, how was your day?” he looked briefly at my mother before turning his attention to me. He walked closer to me, but stopped short of my personal space. I could tell he was restraining himself and in a way it made me want to jump into his arms, and at the same time, I respected his control. “How are you feeling today, Sarah?”
“Very confused, but happy. In so far as I could be happy spending the day with strangers….” I should have stopped after happy. The stranger part was a bit too much and I felt guilty as I my mother’s face fell momentarily. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”
“Don’t you worry about anything Sarah. I have a feeling you will soon be yourself and feel quite at home…when at home.” Her tone was even, but I could still hear the
“Coming right up.” Trudy walked towards the kitchen and returned moments later with two plates. “Here you go.” She proudly laid the plates down.
I looked down.
Grilled cheese.
I nearly jumped up and down!
“My favorite!” The voice wasn’t mine and yet it came from my mouth.
I don’t know who shouted, Trudy or my ‘mother’ but my mouth was way too busy tasting.
They both turned their heads and simultaneously looked at me. Both of them had their mouths hanging open and eyebrows lifted.
“Best close those lips before something flies in there.” I told them both.
Now where the hell did that come from?
I ignored their ‘faux’ indignant looks and put my nose close to the plate. Either I was brought up in a barn, or food was my thing . The smell of fresh cheddar, American, and pepper jack cheeses wafted in the air—the perfect combination by the way—melted between two slices of lightly grilled fresh sourdough bread. I must be in heaven.
I grabbed a triangle and bit down deeply, loving the feel and taste of the hot melted cheese oozing out of the sides of the sandwich, and the crunch of the bread as it filled my mouth. I scooped up another spoonful of the tomato soup and ladled it into my mouth. I loved the taste of these two foods together.
“Wait. I love this. I remember loving this.”
Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
“Trudy you’re a genius.” My ‘mother’ clapped and bounced in her chair.
“Trudy, you are the best!” I said, shoveling another mouthful of my sandwich into my mouth.
Truer words were never spoken.
Chapter Ten
I spent the rest of the afternoon into early evening walking around and looking in almost every nook and cranny of ‘my’ home. Walking into my parent’s room wasn’t revealing in any way other than it somehow made me feel sad. I could see looking at my mother’s eyes that she saw that sadness, and felt it too.
I didn’t dwell on it.
The backyard was a whole ‘nother story. I loved it, it was beautiful, soothing and comforting and yet, strangely enough, I felt no affinity towards it.
I was still reeling from my outburst over the soup and sandwich. We came into the house and walked into the family room, and I again was attracted to the table of family pictures. There was no denying that it was ‘me’ in all those pictures during various stages of growth. The front door opened and I heard Trudy call out.
“Mr. Bradley, it’s been some time since you’ve come to see me.” I could hear the jolly tone in her voice, and that was the perfect description for Trudy. Jolly. Not to mention the maker of the finest grilled cheese and tomato soup there was.
“Trudy, my darlin’. It has been too long. Where’s my hug?”
“Oh, Mr. Bradley, I see you are as smooth and charming as always.”
He laughed and the sound was so genuine my heart began beating like a drum.
When he finally walked into the family room, I couldn’t help the ridiculous smile that curved my lips. I was truly happy to see him.
“My favorite two girls.” He announced as he walked over and planted a kiss on my mother’s cheek.
“Bradley, always good to see you.” She said.
“So ladies, how was your day?” he looked briefly at my mother before turning his attention to me. He walked closer to me, but stopped short of my personal space. I could tell he was restraining himself and in a way it made me want to jump into his arms, and at the same time, I respected his control. “How are you feeling today, Sarah?”
“Very confused, but happy. In so far as I could be happy spending the day with strangers….” I should have stopped after happy. The stranger part was a bit too much and I felt guilty as I my mother’s face fell momentarily. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”
“Don’t you worry about anything Sarah. I have a feeling you will soon be yourself and feel quite at home…when at home.” Her tone was even, but I could still hear the
Similar Books
