Marriage, In Name Only? (BOOK TWO)

Marriage, In Name Only? part three

Marriage, In Name Only?

Part three

Thursday, May 6, 2010

I woke up a few hours later. I went into the living room. Mark was on the couch watching the news. He saw me and turned off the TV and walked over to me.

" Are you up for a walk in the grove? I would like to show it to you."

" Ok. I'd like that."

He took me around the grove and showed me all of the trees that he had. He had apples, plum, and my favorite peach. He had tomatoes and all kinds of vegetables. It was like his own grocery store out back here.

I walked back to the peach tree and started picking some. I was going to make a peach pie for dessert.

" I see you like the peach tree. How many are you going to eat?"

" I thought I would make a peach pie for us to have after dinner."

When she said making a peach pie I hurried to help her. She's going to make me a pie. In my head I did a happy dance.

" Her I hold them and you pick."

" Thanks. Do you like peach's."

" Yes I do very much."

"I'll keep that in mind then."

We picked several peach's and went back to the house. I placed them in the sink and sat at the table. She washed them and started to make a pie crust. And making dinner also. I just watched her work and talked to her about the grove. It was weird talking to her while she worked and I just sat like a bump on a log. But she seemed to like it that way. When I did try to help a few times she would give me a look. So I think I was safer sitting and watching her work. She was very graceful when she walked. She made breaded pork chops, mashed potatoes with gravy and corn.

" This was very good."

" Thanks. I like to cook. When I was in St. Paul's Orphanage. I would run and hide in the kitchen. Sister Mary after a while would have me help her cook. She died right before I was sent to live with the shepherds. She was like a mother to me or grandmother since she was very old."

" How long did you live there?"

" Eight years."

" That's a long time."

" I was afraid to get adopted. I didn't want to call someone else mom or dad. That's why I ran to the kitchen all the time. So they wouldn't adopt me."

" Why don't we go in the living room to watch a movie?" I didn't know what else to say to her.

" Ok."

We watched a funny love story. After a while she went and cut us some pie. She handed me a plate. She went back to her chair by my end of the couch. I watched her eat. I am so messed up to watch her while she eats. But I liked to look at her. After the movie she went to wash the dish's.

" I'll wash them you go ahead and take a shower and go to bed."

" Are you sure?"

" Yes you cooked so I will wash up."

" Ok, Good night then."

" Good night."

She walked out and I did the dish's. When she got out of the shower and I got in. I pulled on a pair of shorts and went to my couch bed. I laid down and closed my eyes. But a little while later I heard her moaning.

I went to the door and knocked softly. She didn't answer me so I opened the door and walked in. I went up to the bed and I could tell she was having a nightmare. She was thrashing and moaning.