Rainy Days

May. 29th, 2014 08:30 pm
kajel: (Me)
Meredith sat in the rocker, watching the rain drizzle down beyond the porch. The creaking of the rocker next to her was soothing as she stared off into the distance.

"It's over you know."

"What is?" asked Cynthia as she rocked slowly beside her. She had pulled her wine colored blazer tightly around her. Her only pair of good black trousers were covered by one of my Grandmother's lap throws.

"Life as I know it." I envied Cynthia's ability to bring color to this day. The only color accenting my black dress was the cream of the pearls Grandmother had given me on my sixteenth birthday. That would be two years ago next week.

"Oh Meredith, you'll get through this. Gram was eighty nine years old. She was able to stick it out long enough to get you all raised up into a proper young lady. Besides, you still have me, your best friend."

"Isn't that a scary thought." Meredith replied. Cyn had always been good at bringing humor.

"Well, Gram always did say I was a holy terror in an innocent package."

Meredith laughed. "She was mortified when she realized you had overheard her saying that."

Cyn smiled sadly.

"Mr. Parker came over yesterday Cyn."

"Oh yeah? What did ol' dragon breath want."

Mr. Parker had been her neighbor three doors down since Meredith arrived to live with her Grandmother at the age of five. He was a dour man in his mid sixties. He had taken a particular dislike to Cynthia when her family had moved in on the other side of him. It didn't really help that Cynthia was the type to poke the dragon in the eye.

"Apparently, he was Grandmother's lawyer."

"Really!? I never realized. Well as her great-granddaughter and only living relative, I assume she left you the house."

"Yes," Meredith said quietly as she looked back out into the rain.

"Right then, we're going to need a plan of attack." Cynthia said briskly.

Meredith frowned questioningly at her friend. "Plan of attack?"

"Yes. I spoke with mom last night and she told me that if you are lucky, the house will be mortgage free. Gram was here for fifty years. She outlined the bills you should expect to pay to live here and the approximate costs."

"Cyn," Meredith tried to interrupt, but her friend was on a roll.

"I'm going to go over to the Save-Mart tomorrow and put in an application. It might take me a few weeks to find a job, but when I do, I will be able to help with the bills."

Meredith waved her hands to stop the flow of words. "Help with the bills! Cynthia, wait, hold on. Your making plans without me again."

"No I'm not! I'm talking to you about it right now."

Meredith sighed. "Cyn, you don't need to rush out and get a job to help me."

"Of course I do Meredith. We have been best friends since we were six years old. I'm not going to let you do this alone."

"Cyn, you are my best friend, the sister I never had. I love you even more knowing you are thinking of me and willing to help me like that." Meredith reached over and squeezed Cynthia's hand in gratitude. "Cyn, I found something out yesterday. I'm going to tell you a secret. Grandmother left me as her sole heir with not only the house, but a trust fund that will take care of me."

"A trust fund? Gram never had a lot of extra money."

"Apparently, she did. She just didn't live like she did."

"Well, how much did she leave you? Oh my God! You could be rich. Was it like one hundred thousand dollars?"

Meredith watched her friend closely as she said, "more like seventy six million dollars."

"What!?" Cynthia was clearly shocked as she sat up and quit rocking. "But…where would Gram get that kind of money?"

"I have no idea. This is important Cynthia. Mr. Parker explained it to me. This kind of money will make me a target if people find out about it."

Cynthia started rocking again as she absorbed the information.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"I was thinking about selling the house. I'm not sure I can stay here without her. When you figure out which scholarship you are going to accept, I think I will let everyone know that I have a scholarship to the same school. I think four years away at college will give me plenty of time to think about how to handle this."

Cynthia nodded. "That's a good plan. Better than mine."


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This is my entry for LJ Idol: S9 Week 10. This week’s topic was “If you have come here to help me, you are wasting our time”.
kajel: (Me)
Just this side of seedy, the theater had seen better days. There were rich velvet curtains, worn and faded with age. All of the once beautiful details of the place were cracked and peeling, the gild long gone.

‘Atmosphere, we have it.’ Meg thought.

The cost to rent the place for a single day, to hold the auditions they needed, had been outrageous. She looked around the small, dilapidated auditorium as she waited for the last applicant to take the stage. Kerry, her partner in crime, was sitting next to her fiddling with her tablet again.

“Would you put down your crossword puzzle and pay attention.” Med sighed. “People are auditioning here.”

“I’m paying attention! Besides, it was scrabble.” Kerry put the tablet down as she looked over at Meg. “The couple that came on together were decent. She’s good. The guy could use a little furbish.”

“Furbish?”

“What? I thought it fit well. Ok, fine, a little spit and polish and he might work out. How’s that?”

“You know that this is the reason people find you annoying right?”

“Yes, but they venerate me anyway.”

“You’re killing me.” Meg rolled her eyes. “Pay attention. This next one looks promising. He’s definitely got the look we want.”

“Sure, if you like the look of a coxcomb.”

Meg gave her a frustrated look.

“What you think I should have called him a dandy?”

Meg focused on the man on the stage as she tried to ignore Kerry.

“Damn, he’s awful. Everyone would be laughing at us, not with us. I think I’m leaning toward the couple.” Meg said.

“There’s a word for that!”

“A word for what?”

“For how bad that last audition was.”

“I know I will regret this, but what is it?”

“Hell if I remember. I say go with the couple also.”

Meg watched in disbelief as Kerry grabbed her things, jumped up and quickly left the auditorium. She slowly dropped her head into her hands as she felt the start of a headache coming on. It was going to be a long season.

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This is my entry for LJ Idol: S9 Week 1. This week’s topic was Jayus. Jayus is Indonesian slang for someone who tells a joke so unfunny you can't help laughing.

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