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April 20th 2017
"Thanks Ms. Robinson, I really appreciate the flowers, and home cooked casserole's." You thanked as you hung up the phone which had been ringing off the hook every since your mother's funeral.
You had been in a very bad spot every since your mom passed away and your friends would never admit it but they were totally worn out by you.
I mean they could only keep you from getting drunk so much, and your sobbing and crying never seemed to seize especially after the break down you had at the funeral.
That was a mess.
So you had been trying to give everyone a break from you as you sat in your mother's house which was now your house as you were surrounded by flowers, sympathy cards, and a whole lot of home cooked meals from neighbors that figured you wouldn't be in the mood to cook.
And they were right, you weren't.
You gave another sigh as you wondered what Marshall was up to, you two had been dating the past 5 years and although you both loved each other like crazy, you both had moments where you'd completely stress the other person out. And you knew with how devastated and depressed you were lately it probably had worn off on Marshall.
Though he never showed it, instead he was over your house every day and night helping you pack up your mother's stuff while you cried over every little thing.
It really was difficult to lose such a wonderful person, your mom was always so caring and so headstrong in everything she did, she didn't take nothing from anyone and you admired her so much for that.
You looked at the clock on the stove and saw that it was one in the afternoon, and probably a good time to start clearing out some more of your mom's stuff since you were gonna sell the house and move in with Marshall.
"Well guess I better work on the wine cellar some more." You said to yourself as you opened the secret entrance in the kitchen floor that lead to an entire wine cellar in the basement.
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Your mother loved her wine, and basically begged you to get a wine cellar installed in the basement that would store all her beloved drinks.
Most of the alcohol had already been removed because you gave a lot of it a way at the funeral for people who showed up, plus the amount you had been drinking personally, there really wasn't much left, if you remembered correctly you had exactly 20 bottles left to grab and then you could finally be out of the wine cellar forever.
You grabbed a bottle of wine, and debated on rather or not you should open it, considering it was so difficult to get drunk around your sober boyfriend who you didn't want around alcohol or drugs period, but you also didn't want him to see how rough you were taking all of this. But you already knew that he knew how drunk you were getting, and he also knew all about your mother's wine cellar and figured that's where you were getting your endless supply from.
