Stumble It!
(continued)
When we finally arrived at Alterra, Elsie was pleased with
the bright, spacious, brand-new feel of the place. Until we got to her apartment.
“It’s so small,” she said. “Where will I put all my things?”
“Whatever doesn’t fit, you can put in my basement.”
We were waiting
for the movers to come and unload.
I was dreading that part. I
hated dealing with movers. I just
wanted them to do their job and go.
I did not want to check to see if there was anything missing, or if
anything had been damaged. I
wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
I found Dad in the pool room practicing.
“Hi, Honey, it’s so good to see you. Do you want to go to my room?”
“No, Dad, I’m helping Elsie Stoessel move in here today.”
“Do I know her?”
“You may not remember, but she’s John Stoessel’s mother—you
know, John, my first husband?
You’ve met Elsie a number of times.”
“Oh.”
“She’s going to be living here just down the hall from
you. Come with me and you can meet
her.”
Dad hung out with us in Elsie’s room a bit, and when he saw
Adrian and me carrying Elsie’s stuff in from the station wagon, he asked to
help.
When we finished emptying the car, Adrian went home. He had had more than enough of this adventure.
(to be continued)
