The Farm at Willow Run Creek

Part 22

The years, they've been good to you.....

The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months and three years had gone by slowly. The early summer harvest of apples came in, Sasha and Jose worked hard getting the fruits to the village, for sale. "Ms. Addison," A familiar voice called, "Trask," She smiled, they embraced, "Hadn't see you in awhile and how's Nita?" She asked, "Very big these days," He grinned, "I guess that baby is due soon?" She asked, Frank Covington joined them, "I'll take a least three of those bushels," Jose began to unload the baskets, "Next month," He gleamed.

"And what about you?" He pulled her to the side, "I'm fine actually." She smiled, "Dating?" He inquired, "No, I don't know that I ever will again, Sloan's about to graduate and start law school and I need to spend some time in the city, I've been asked to open a play on Broadway," She winked brushing her hand against his chest, "Will you be gone long?" Sasha furrowed her brow, "No, a few weeks, I need to spend a little time with my mother," Trask shook his head, "Ms. Margaret spends quite a bit of time here, surprised you haven't moved her in," He teased, "No," She crooned, they parted.

Sasha entered the apartment, "Mom," She called out tossing her keys to the sofa table, "Mom," She called out again, "Hmm she must be at church," She sat her luggage in her old bedroom, the door opened, "Hey mom, Peter," Sasha raised her brow, "I met your mother outside she let me in the building," He chuckled his large frame gave way to a hand holding a briefcase full of paperwork. "Is that the contract for the play?" They sat to the sofa, "Yes, I knew you'd be in today, rehearsal starts Monday at nine," He opened his briefcase. Sasha and Peter covered the contents she signed seeing him out.

"I never thought you'd return to acting," Margaret grunted sipping on a hot cup of tea, "Its for charity mom," She reassured her, "Your were out?" She followed her into the kitchen, "Church committee meeting," She poured Sasha a cup of tea, "How are things at the farm?" They sat to the table. "Well all the apples were picked, Jose and I brought them to town yesterday," She responded, "Its been a lot of hard work, getting ready for summer," She finished saying. "I worry about you," Margaret spoke with concern, "I'm fine, really," She smiled, "There's know one in your life," Margaret reminded her.

"I'm fine, the farm has me very busy," Margaret chimed in, "Have you even had a date? Tried dating?" She probed eyeing her over her cup. "I'm not interested, I have Sloan to worry about now and you, Trask seems to think you need to relocate to the farm," She laughed loudly changing the subject, "Nonsense, I'm there a lot anyway," They giggled. "Still I worry," Sasha sighed staring at her.

The rehearsals began for the play, Sasha spent a week working long hours she shuffled down the busy sidewalk and up to the apartment, "Mom," She hit the door dumping her work bag inside the entry way, Margaret walked to the living room tripping and landing against the dinning table, "Mom!" Sasha rushed to her side, "I think I've hurt my hand," Sasha could see her hand begin to swell, "I think we need to get you to the emergency room, I'll get your purse," They caught a cab to the ER not far from the apartment, "Can I help you?" The receptionist asked, Margaret held her arm, "We need to see a doctor, I think her hand is broken," The receptionist handed the paperwork on a clipboard to her she filled it out.

"Mrs. Addison," The nurse called from the door, "The doctor will be in soon," The nurse took her temperature and blood pressure, "Dr. Hanson will be in shortly," She left the chart on the door, "Its going to be ok," Sasha could see her mother fidgeting, the doctor entered examining  her hand, "Painful?" He looked a Margaret wincing, "I'm going to send you down to x-ray, you can wait here if you'd like," He smiled giving Sasha a sense of comfort. "Thank you," Sasha watched as they wheeled her mother down the hall she took her cell phone out to call Sloan. "Sasha?" A familiar voice rang in her ear she looked up, "Jenna," Her heart sank to her feet.