Readers, this is the second half of chapter two. Hope you enjoy. Comments welcome.
Thursday, April 1, 1954
Millie was almost true to her word. One week she gave Meg. Yesterday she called in the afternoon and told Meg that she would be preparing lunch at her house.
“I’ve got in a lovely canned ham from the A & P, Meg. Since we can’t have it on Friday, you’ll have to come for lunch tomorrow. I don’t much like fish and I want to make an occasion of it. So, I’ll expect you at one.”
“One? Alright, Millie. Only because it’s you. Don’t you dare have any one else there.”
“Just us, Meg.”
“Just the two neighbor widows.”
“Just two old friends.”
Thursday morning Meg is up at 6:30, same as she’s done for years. She doesn’t look at the empty side of her bed. She slips on her blue chenille robe and heads down the stairs to make coffee. One slice of toast, with a little butter and jam. The coffee perks in the glass button of the aluminum pot on the stove. Meg turns off the gas, gets the milk and sugar and pours herself a cup. She will wait until the coffee cools before pouring the rest down the sink. She thinks she might buy one of the small percolators she has seen in the A &P. The right size for one person. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just learn how to measure out enough for me.