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Two Peas
When I got home that night I was exhausted, I didn’t feel like starting dinner so I pulled out some homemade frozen lasagna and popped it in the oven. The perks of being the town’s problem solvers is sometimes we get paid in edibles and checks.
Brooks called earlier and said he’d be at my house in an hour for dinner so that gave me enough time for a nice warm bath to melt away the day. I didn’t need to snap at him since his day has probably been a lot harder than mine.
Slipping into the tub I tried not to think of the wedding, work, starting another new busy day tomorrow, or our finances. What else was there to think about? This was my life, on call 24/7, the helpline is open.
I opened the dog-eared romance novel I’ve been trying to read for the past few months and start all over from the beginning, page one. As I read the story starts to come back to me, but where I left off I don’t remember.
In the book the couple is drawn to each other from the moment they met but other circumstances pull them apart. My mind drifts to Brooks and how we met, a long time ago, when we were kids.
My parents weren’t born here or raised here. They moved to town, or actually outside of town, in the country, shortly before I was born. They are nature loving hippies, as the town folk called them, though…
