I seemed to have lost my good pen under the driver's seat. "Brian, dear, before you go, can you help me. Brian ended his call and got out of the car and was about to get his belongings from the back.
While he had his talk, Ellen had gotten out of the SUV with her purse and, out of his sight, retrieved a cloth and poured some liquid on it. The conversation with his mother made it sound very much like he was at school and Ellen had already driven away. Before we get out of the car, call your parents and tell them I have dropped you off and I am on my way, so you are on your own."īrian dutifully did so. "She could have parked a little closer," he muttered under his breath. When they finally arrived, Ellen parked fairly far in the parking lot from his dorm. Brian made a little small talk and so did Ellen, it seemed, to be polite, but they largely kept to themselves. The ride passed uneventfully and quietly. It amounted to little more than a couple of bags of clothes and a few electronic devices and his laptop. When they left the next day, Brian packed his few belongings he was taking with him in Ellen's SUV, figuring on buying new most of the stuff he needed. Fortunately, he thought, he had his phone and his iPod. He dreaded the five-hour car ride with her. Ellen, who lived there, offered to drive Brian to school the next day and his parents thought this a good time and money-saving idea. Still, he was now set to go to drive to New York tomorrow, with Ellen-although that had been a decision made without him. He honestly never gave her much thought other than the requisite pleasantries when she visited. He had a trim body, befitting that of a 19-year about to enter college next week. He was four inches shorter and could be described as reedy. Her height and frame made her seem formidable compared to himself. She was 29 years old and widowed a year and half earlier, although Brian knew few details about what happened.
Brian thought she looked a little chunky, if not fat, under her loose fitting clothing. She was at least 5'11" tall, maybe a little taller with an apparently thick build. She was an imposing, distant woman it seemed. (Brian's own father had passed away when he was very young and his mother had remarried just two years ago.)Įllen rarely paid much attention to him when she stayed for a visit.
And Brian wasn't all that close to him, much less his relatives. She was a distant relative of his stepfather's, second or third cousin he thought, who came for a visit maybe two or three times a year. Brian never quite knew what to make of Ellen Fitzgerald.
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