i can't wait until tomorrow. why put it off any longer, if will just serve to keep me in this town for another day.
Why can't I spill the beans? I came to Uxbridge because George told me I inherited a property. The property, whatever that means. Why do I feel this sense of doom creeping in my stomach when I think of going to visit that house? What will I find?
It's noon on a Sunday and I'm approaching the Millville line. As I cross into a town even smaller than Uxbridge, all of my thoughts remain on my husband. His mother came from this town.
Why can't I spill the beans? I came to Uxbridge because George told me I inherited a property. The property, whatever that means. Why do I feel this sense of doom creeping in my stomach when I think of going to visit that house? What will I find?
It's noon on a Sunday and I'm approaching the Millville line. As I cross into a town even smaller than Uxbridge, all of my thoughts remain on my husband. His mother came from this town.
I will now get out of the car and walk the rest of the way.
And I stand in front of the home George told me now belongs to Holden Farms. It's a small one story ranch with faded paint and cracked front cement steps. It doesn't appear anyone has lived here for some time.
As I stand and stare, two flashes attract my attention. First I see a face in the window. A woman's face. The second and closer, to my right...a town policeman stops his car near me.
And so the day begins. Hello, Millville.
And I stand in front of the home George told me now belongs to Holden Farms. It's a small one story ranch with faded paint and cracked front cement steps. It doesn't appear anyone has lived here for some time.
As I stand and stare, two flashes attract my attention. First I see a face in the window. A woman's face. The second and closer, to my right...a town policeman stops his car near me.
And so the day begins. Hello, Millville.