Sunny Corner
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 22
Mitchell’s Creek, Sunny Corner, New South Wales, Australia:22
“She’s had a sad life,” the window attendant said. The woman had the slight tan of a mixed race member: European features but darker and Oriental eyes.
“You know her?” I asked.
“We went to school together,” she said. “We never expected ... she should ... well, life, ya know.”
“Creeps up on ya, and suddenly you’re asking ... you want fries with that,” Jim said.
“I shoulda paid attention to the future,” she said.
From the passenger seat, I said, “Should’a ... Would’a ... Could’a ... regrets, wishes and missed chances ... We pay no attention to the past and persist in making the same mistakes our parents did ... it’s all a part of life.”
“It is that ... she’s my age ... I, at least, have a job.”
“She does.”
“Does?”
“Have a job. She’s my daughters nurse.”
“She’s a nurse?”
“Wet nurse.”
“What the hell is a wet nurse?”
“Portable milk factory,” said Myndee from the back seat. Abby was burrowed into a nipple and softly slurping away.
“You had your baby?”
“This is Abby ... David’s child,” she nodded at me. “I lost mine.” The sadness was there.
“Abby? Any relation to Just Abby?”
“Our daughter.” I continued, “Abby died in childbirth.”
“Wow ... I’m really behind,” she said. “Hi Myndee.”
“Hi Jannali,” Myndee said. “Still going with Jara?”
“Engaged,” she flashed a left hand ring finger.
Squealing ensued. Numbers exchanged.
I paid ... the attendant delivered, a horn honked behind us.
“Call me,” said Myndee.
I pulled away and out onto the street.
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