Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small.
When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she se...
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I successfully slipped out the front door, bright an early this morning, before either of the boys got up. I think River was at work since his door was open, and its also a Monday. I saw the hoards of kids walking to class on my drive into The Cat Cafe.
The familiar jingle of the doors bell rings as I enter. The smell of cinnamon hits me right in the face and my stomach grumbles.
The shop is slightly busy, a couple college kids in the corner, a couple by the front door, and a woman reading a book by the window, a coffee sat in front of her. I head towards the counter, looking for margaret.
Creamcheese sits on the counter, liking his paws, before rubbing them on his head. He blinks his orange eyes at me before letting out a soft meow.
"Hi there creamcheese!" I pet his perky ears, and he leans into my hand. His names honestly really ironic considering he's fully black. Espresso or coffee bean would've fit better but he seems to enjoy his name. He sniffs my bandaged finger, before licking the tip of my nail gently.
"Where's your mommy, huh? Is she busy?" I reach out and ring the bell sitting next to the register, the sound of pans falling to the ground follows after. Me and creamcheese both pause. He stops licking his foot and hops from the counter, retreating under the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen.
A few seconds later they push open and Margaret emerges with creamcheese dangling over her shoulder. She wipes her hands on her apron as she grins at me.
"Maison! I'm glad to see youre still hanging around. Our small village didn't scare you off yet? Coming from the big apple and all." I smile at the energy she radiates, cringing at the term she used for New York city. Any reminder about my home, isn't a good one.
"Not quite Margaret, not quite. Im loving it so far, I just picked up some groceries at Tommies smart mart? One thing we've ever had in New York was a grocery store and a auto repair shop in one." I stifle a giggle. "I think I had grease in my milk this morning."
