Once Maurice is inside, the driver calls Diane to see how their father had been the day before. Diane made sure he was taking his medicine but was not sure how it was working. The driver held himself together while stating the lease will be up soon. He had to get home soon to his children.
Maurice stared at the painting right inside of his bedroom door. In the corner said the words Maurice Lemeaux. He thinks of how it's remarkable the way the stalky yellow of the plains flirts and flickers with the ominous blue and grey shadows of the overcast sky above. In the field is a family sitting Indian style in a circle, a man, a woman, a boy, and a girl. He wonders what it would be like to have a son, he always wanted one. He drops the marble he was rolling between his thumb and middle finger, and it rolls steadily on the hardwood under his bed. He looks back up at the painting and wonders what it would be like to have anyone at all.
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Short StoryMaurice's lease is almost up. Where will he go? Who will take him there? Who are these mysterious people in his house? This brief short story describes how suddenly life can change in late adulthood and the lives that are affected.
