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MARGARET ELEANOR HUDSON found a lot of things to be too much.
One of those things was her full name: Margaret Eleanor Hudson. It has a fancy ring to it. Despite that, she never took a liking to it even if she was fortunate that her mother strongly disagreed when his father said they should let the Strawberry Fields decide for them. Her friends would tell her how her name sounded classy and old-fashioned, but it didn't change her mind one bit. Her name was a mouthful and she wanted to spit out the excess.
She's always gone by either Marge or Maggie ─ or Peggy, as her dear Mum would call her. She would never tell people her full name unless they were close to her or drunk enough to not even know it. It's enough that she's known by something, even if it wasn't necessarily pleasant.
Another thing that she found too much was moving back in with her Mum in London. After sixteen years of trying to do good while living in the shadow of her Dada's crimes, she decided it'd be best for her to just come home to escape all the threats haunting her in her Floridian condominium. She's put up with it for long enough. She needed to have a fresh start.
Bringing three suitcases of clothes, a box of valuables along and a rucksack of toiletries into her Mum's small Baker Street flat took a lot of work. She was lucky that the cabbie they had stopped owed a favour to one of her mother's tenants. He was more than happy to bring in her luggage to their destination and much happier to carry it into 221A whilst she and her mother continued their conversation at Speedy's.
The house keys were given to the cabbie and he was told to give them back to the women when he was done unpacking his vehicle. The two hurried inside the café while he started to unload Maggie's suitcases from the compartment.
"I'm sorry for adding up the burden you already have with your boys," she sighed as she pulled a chair for her mother while the door swung closed behind them with a Ting!. She swallowed the lump in her throat while she sat across her.
