The Farm at Willow Run Creek

Part 2

Words of wisdom.....

Sasha walked along a partially snow covered street casually window shopping as she made her way to her mother's apartment building. "Hmm, Manhattan, how I've missed you," She breathed in stating she clasped the cornerstone of the building her mother lived in gazing up at its towering walls. "Why Sasha Addison," The door man took her hand, "It's been a long time," He chuckled, "Henry, how are you? I see you're still at it," He nodded stroking his mustache with his finger tips, "I am, forty two years next month," He admonished opening the door for her, "Do you have any baggage I might get for you?" He asked, "No, I'm having it shipped, should be here this evening," He walked her to the elevator, "Your mom will be glad to see you, and Sloan," His cheeks became flushed, "She's a mess," He laughed loudly, "Raised her too, just like you," His hands clasped his wide belly belting out a further laugh.

The elevator chimed and opened, Sasha exited removing the key to her mother's apartment from her purse she quietly slipped the key into the lock of three B and turned it. "Darling," Her mother greeted and grasped her in the foyer, "Mom," She laid her head across her shoulder, "Let me look at you, its been months," Margaret Addison pulled back from her she grinned her gray eyes danced gazing into her daughter's. Sasha scanned the apartment noticing not much had changed, antiques rested neatly on the end tables, fine art graced the walls, the smell of lemon tea lingered in the air, "Home," She finally spoke, "Let me have your coat," Her mother helped her slip it off. "Trip good I suppose?" She quizzed Sasha, "Yes, I rode the subway from the airport," She chirped, Margaret shook her head, "Brave, I'll say, what if someone noticed  you?" She twitched her lip in slight disgust. "Does it matter?" Sasha answered in a meek complaint. "Well you're here and safe, I've made tea," She joined her mother in the kitchen.

"So your really going to give this up," Margaret voiced sipping her tea, "I am," Sasha replied firmly, "Hasty decision," She remarked eying her. "No, not really, I've given it thought for some time now," She expressed. "What will you do? I mean your thirty five," Sasha grabbed her mother's hand, "You worry too much, I'm financially able, I've invested well," Margaret interjected proudly, "Your father was a great teacher," Sasha felt sorrow losing her father just a few short years ago, "A shame cancer took him so quickly," She reminded her mother, "Hear from anyone at the firm?" She asked plainly, "Brant Nichols was by the other day he was close to your father, you know," Margaret hesitated brushing back the graying wisps of her bangs, "How I miss him," A tear dropped to her cheek. "I know he was the backbone of our family," Sasha agreed.

They finished their tea, "I think I'll rest awhile before Sloan arrives home," Marget walked her down the hall to her old bedroom, "I've tidied it up for you," She opened the door, "Thank you mom," She embraced her again. Sasha entered the room closing the door her room hadn't changed much. A picture of her father sat on the dresser she picked it up rubbing her thumb across it. "Dad how I miss you," She sobbed sitting the frame  back down, the fine lines on his face distinctive as he posed for the photo his blonde hair highlighted a handsome and squared jawline. Sasha mirrored his good looks and talents. "Dad," She murmured, "Mom is already driving me nuts," She laughed through her tears falling back on the bed for a much needed nap.

"Is she here?" Sloan entered the door with excitement, "Yes she's resting," Sloan laid down her back pack on the foyer chair rushing around the corner to the hallway. Sasha stood just outside the door dressed in an old pair of worn blue jeans and t shirt. "Mom," She screeched catching up to her, "Oh how I've missed you," Sasha voiced loudly rubbing their noses together and hugging each other tightly. "You look like your father," She remarked clasping a lock of her brown hair between her fingers, "Mom, I'm the same, brown hair, brown eyes, a slim figure," she giggled and then frowned, "How is dad really?" She wondered, Sasha took her hand and led her to the living room, they sat on the sofa together. "He is good," She hesitated a bit, "Well as good as you can expect," Sloan lifted her chin up to face her mother, "I haven't heard from him in a while," She moaned.