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The bright headlights of Carl’s truck cut through the dark black of the night. Every so often his body would jostle and jump hitting a particular pot hole or bump on the dirt road that the trucks suspension couldn’t handle. Music filled the cab soft western music that he gently sang along to as he drove back to the small farmhouse he had just out of town. A few minutes later it appeared perched on top of a hill and ringed by a small orchard of apple trees. It was as quintessential as a house could get with a picket fence, red door, and white shutters. There was a wrap around porch and a swing and a small garden to the left.
Once upon a time the house was nothing more than a decrepit wreck. A tornado from the prior decade tore the house apart and the family who owned it prior decided ultimately that it was to much money to put back together.
He and his ex-wife found it one day on one of their walks around town. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it and he couldn’t deny her anything. They tasked themselves with fixing it and spent many a night sleeping on the floor. He worked as a mechanic in town saving up whatever bit he could do to fix the house and save away for his own place.
And eventually he did it.
At a great cost….
He pulled into the drive way and popped the door to the truck open. He stepped out pausing long enough to grab the food before making his way to the wooden steps leading up to his home. He quickly made his way onto the deck and stepped into his home.
“Girls dinner is here!” Carl called out balancing the food in the palm of his hands. The first to greet him was saddie the old German Shephard who was his faithful companion for more than ten years now. He leaned down to greet her giving her neck a good scratch as he heard one of his girls coming down from upstairs.
“There you are!” His oldest Beth said crossing her long slender arms “I thought I was going to have to go hunting for food pretty soon!”
“Ha ha ha Beth” Carl said glancing up at his seventeen-year-old daughter. As always, her similarities to her mother threatened to take his breath away. She was a dead ringer for his ex-wife and the only feature the two of them shared were eye color. It broke his heart to see the university sweater she was wearing and the promise it held that she would be leaving sooner rather than later.
“Did you get your room mate situation figured out?” Carl asked her moving into the kitchen as he did.
“Dad!” His second daughter Lindsay said moving from her position at the kitchen bar and giving him a big hug. He hugged her back using his free hand to slide the food onto the countertop. Lindsay was more like him both in looks and in personality. She was a grease monkey like him a lover of all things mechanical.
“Hey kiddo” He said kissing the top of her auburn colored hair just as Beth came in after him.
“You’ll be happy to know that I did indeed” Beth said moving to unpack the food as Carl went to grab a beer and sit down “Sue is going to split the apartment with me”
“Fantastic” Carl said cracking the beer open with his hand and taking a pull of the frothy beverage.
“She’s good people”
“She is” Beth said nodding her head and dipping everyone up “You sure you’re going to be okay without me old man?”
“We’ll make do” He replied glancing over at Lindsay “you’ll do great in college honey”
He felt his voice quiver slightly at that but hurriedly cleared it before she could notice. He took his plate and once they were all dipped up began to eat. Carl knew their nights eating together as a family was numbered. The revelation saddened him but at the same time he couldn’t help but be proud of Beth and all she accomplished. He didn’t dare tell her about his reservations and instead was doing his best to enjoy every second of time he had left with her.
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THE NEXT DAY
He pulled up to the garage just as the sun was beginning to rise. The steaming mug of coffee warmed his groin and helped fight the slight chill of the mountain. He unlocked his small shop and stepped in turning on the lights and checking his daily to do list. Mrs. Leumer was waiting to get her beat old up stuck repaired and he decided to fix that before anyone else came in.
And so he spent his morning under the chassis of the old beat up truck. Even though the garage was cold he wore nothing more than a pair of dirty oil stained jeans and a similarly stained white beater. He sang to himself as he worked and was mostly unaware of anyone coming into the main shop unless they called out to him.
Once upon a time the house was nothing more than a decrepit wreck. A tornado from the prior decade tore the house apart and the family who owned it prior decided ultimately that it was to much money to put back together.
He and his ex-wife found it one day on one of their walks around town. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it and he couldn’t deny her anything. They tasked themselves with fixing it and spent many a night sleeping on the floor. He worked as a mechanic in town saving up whatever bit he could do to fix the house and save away for his own place.
And eventually he did it.
At a great cost….
He pulled into the drive way and popped the door to the truck open. He stepped out pausing long enough to grab the food before making his way to the wooden steps leading up to his home. He quickly made his way onto the deck and stepped into his home.
“Girls dinner is here!” Carl called out balancing the food in the palm of his hands. The first to greet him was saddie the old German Shephard who was his faithful companion for more than ten years now. He leaned down to greet her giving her neck a good scratch as he heard one of his girls coming down from upstairs.
“There you are!” His oldest Beth said crossing her long slender arms “I thought I was going to have to go hunting for food pretty soon!”
“Ha ha ha Beth” Carl said glancing up at his seventeen-year-old daughter. As always, her similarities to her mother threatened to take his breath away. She was a dead ringer for his ex-wife and the only feature the two of them shared were eye color. It broke his heart to see the university sweater she was wearing and the promise it held that she would be leaving sooner rather than later.
“Did you get your room mate situation figured out?” Carl asked her moving into the kitchen as he did.
“Dad!” His second daughter Lindsay said moving from her position at the kitchen bar and giving him a big hug. He hugged her back using his free hand to slide the food onto the countertop. Lindsay was more like him both in looks and in personality. She was a grease monkey like him a lover of all things mechanical.
“Hey kiddo” He said kissing the top of her auburn colored hair just as Beth came in after him.
“You’ll be happy to know that I did indeed” Beth said moving to unpack the food as Carl went to grab a beer and sit down “Sue is going to split the apartment with me”
“Fantastic” Carl said cracking the beer open with his hand and taking a pull of the frothy beverage.
“She’s good people”
“She is” Beth said nodding her head and dipping everyone up “You sure you’re going to be okay without me old man?”
“We’ll make do” He replied glancing over at Lindsay “you’ll do great in college honey”
He felt his voice quiver slightly at that but hurriedly cleared it before she could notice. He took his plate and once they were all dipped up began to eat. Carl knew their nights eating together as a family was numbered. The revelation saddened him but at the same time he couldn’t help but be proud of Beth and all she accomplished. He didn’t dare tell her about his reservations and instead was doing his best to enjoy every second of time he had left with her.
…………………………………………………
THE NEXT DAY
He pulled up to the garage just as the sun was beginning to rise. The steaming mug of coffee warmed his groin and helped fight the slight chill of the mountain. He unlocked his small shop and stepped in turning on the lights and checking his daily to do list. Mrs. Leumer was waiting to get her beat old up stuck repaired and he decided to fix that before anyone else came in.
And so he spent his morning under the chassis of the old beat up truck. Even though the garage was cold he wore nothing more than a pair of dirty oil stained jeans and a similarly stained white beater. He sang to himself as he worked and was mostly unaware of anyone coming into the main shop unless they called out to him.