“Like you said. It’s complicated.” Hearing that her husband had left her out of the loop on the things that were happening back home really hurt. Sam knew that she had always put on a big front about not really caring about Destiny and it’s inhabitants but she did and she was sure her husband new that. At least, she thought he did.
“I can’t afford to pay rent yet.” She mumbled
“You don’t have to pay rent. You are family.” And before she could argue he said. “The place is fully furnished. Move in tonight if you want.” He got up to leave, sipping the straw on his sweet tea he waited for her. She got up and placed the key in her apron pocket. “Thank you.” She murmured. Feeling humbled by his generosity and by the sudden realization that her marriage was far more broken then she’d thought. They walked silently back to the diner. When they reached the door of the diner he stopped for a moment. “You know, he’ll come back don’t you?” With a tip of tip of his hat he turned on his heal and disappeared around the corner
It was nearly dark by the time Sam climbed into her car to head over to the cabin on Sycamore road. Informing her parents of her decision to move into the cabin had been much easier than she had expected. It was strange how coming home and brought back all of childhood emotions. She had gone into the conversation expecting things to end on a low note and was pleasantly surprised at the outcome. Her father was concerned about the secluded location of the cabin and had suggested an alarm system. Sam remembered that cabin well. It was just far enough off the road for two teenagers to get lost inside each other. Her stomach felt hollow at the thought of returning to that old cabin. So many nights had been spent in a back room cuddled in a single sleeping bag, a dusty radio playing soft country music in the background.
Taking that last turn was a shocker. The cabin had changed. Quite a bit, it looked more like an actual home rather then a weekend retreat. The old wooden logs had been bleached and stained a light color. White rose bushes surrounded a screened in porch that hadn’t been there before. A porch swing had been fastened to the overhang and bright colored petunias hung from a window ledge. A brass colored lamp post stood at the end of the pebbled walkway surrounded by yet, more boldly colored flowers. It was as though she had walked into a fairy garden.
Inside the house the furnishings were…
"Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense
Never let your prayin knees get lazy
And love like crazy"