The Farm at Willow Run Creek

Part 6

An attentive gentleman......

Sasha crossed the street from the hospital and to her car, "Well hello," Sasha startled looked up, "Yes," She spoke with a rasp in her voice. "I'm sorry, Trask Barron, I hope I didn't scare you," His smile charming, a handsome young man. Sasha extended her hand he grasped it gazing into her eyes, "I saw you leaving Covington's the other day, Frank couldn't seem to remember your name," He grinned, "Your Sasha Addison, right?" He leaned against her car, "Yes, I am," She responded truthfully. "It's a pleasure," He wanted to further the conversation, "It was nice meeting you, but I have a lot to do today," She placed her hand on the car door handle, "Yes as I said, it was my pleasure," He watched her drive away his mind set on getting to know her.

Sasha watched as the painters setup scaffolding around her home, "White, am I right?" The painter asked. "Yes, the shutters, hunter green," She reminded him her phone rang she stepped away, "Will you be here Friday?" Her mother asked frankly, "Yes, my flight is at noon," She answered, "Sloan's head is somewhere else, all this preparation for high school graduation," She groaned. "Mom, you'll miss it," She remarked walking inside, "How are things?" Her mother sounded lonely, "The painters are here, I'm glad I'll be away," She responded sitting on the sofa, "I wanted to talk to you about something while your here," Sasha cleared her throat, "Sure mom," She hung up with her she lay back on the sofa, Jenna encroached her thoughts.

Sasha closed her eyes drifting into a deep sleep she began to dream. A thin mist covered the room she couldn't see, only hear Jenna calling out for her, "Jenna where are you?" Sasha clutched her chest with her hands, the twisting pain of desire inside of her surreal. "Sasha," her voice echoed, through the mist. Sasha made her way, Jenna stood there, a sheet slightly clad her nude body, "I've been waiting for you," She extended her awaiting hand out, the knock on the door startled her awake, sweat poured down her forehead as she tried to collect herself, her thoughts. She  opened the door, the painter stood there, "Ma'am are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost," He remarked, "No I'm fine, really," She quickly averted the situation. "I would like for you to see what we've done so far, "She followed him out, the dream locked away in the back of her mind.

Jenna and Colin walked along the beach, "Our last evening here," He spoke clutching Jenna's hand tightly, "Yes, the last three days have been wonderful," She smiled laying her head against his chest. "I haven't brought it up, but lately you seem preoccupied, is there something you're not telling me?" He kindly asked. "No," Her gut churned thinking about Sasha, "It's not like you to drink too much," He chuckled trying to make sense of her mood. "I, just, I think it's hormonal," She said looking away from him. "You're not wanting a baby are you?" He broached the subject. "No, why do you ask that?" She quickly responded in question. "When we married that was a decision we left opened," He voiced, they stopped walking the waves lapped at their bare feet.

"My career," She began, "It's what I've always wanted, my life is my work, it may seem selfish to you Colin, but your path to instruct makes you work long hours, take business trips, teach seminars, its not fair, all we do is work and never have time for a child," She complained. Colin grimaced, "Is this about your parents?" He clasped her by the arms, "My parents were doctors, my sisters and me, we spent numerous hours alone, we practically raised ourselves, the long days and nights were tormenting, we were girls, we needed our mother," She cried out, he embraced her. "You're right," Colin pulled back from her, his thumb caressed her chin, "Lets go home," Jenna's look sullen, Sasha traced her thoughts. 

Sasha and her mother finished loading the rest of the boxes into Sloan's new dorm, "Wow, that was work," Margaret wiped the sweat from her brow, "Sloan's already has friends here, her room mate seems neat," Sasha plopped on the bed next to her, "You won't be coming back to New York with me, will you?" Her mother questioned she touched her mom's hand, "No, I won't be you can come to the farm anytime," Her smile widened telling her, "I plan to, I wanted to talk to you about something," Sasha squinted her eyes she had some concerns about her. "What is it mom," She became sincere, "Mother isn't doing very well, ninety has taken its toll," Margaret worded, You haven't been to Germany in years," She responded. "It's time, Marta and I have been talking," Sasha interjected, "Grandmother should have stayed here when grandpa died," She twitched her lip.