A Halloween cheating wife story

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Marissa knew that once I started a road trip, I would drive until I nearly dropped from exhaustion. We stopped a few times for gas and food and to stretch our legs. She seemed to enjoy the drive, commenting on this or that as we drove. The worst part was driving through New Mexico, where it seemed the road went on forever.

We finally stopped outside Oklahoma City and spent the night. After getting a good night’s sleep and a good roll in the hay, we headed out again. We actually made better time than I thought and arrived after just 14 hours on the road. Marissa didn’t know what to make of my little home town, having lived her entire life in the big city.

She looked around as I drove up the hard dirt road to the two-story house.

“Your mother lives here by herself?” she asked. I nodded my head.

“For now,” I said. “The house has been in our family for three generations. My great-grandfather built it, and my grandparents lived in it. My mother stayed after my dad died and someday, it’ll belong to my brother and I.”

My mother came out of the house as we got out of the truck. She still looked good, even in her early 50s and I had a hard time believing she hadn’t found someone to settle down with. She gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek and warmly welcomed Marissa. I grabbed our luggage and carried it upstairs as the women got to know each other.

Mom fixed a simple, but filling meal — meat loaf, mashed potatoes and gravy and green beans. For dessert, we had homemade apple pie. I loved her cooking and stuffed myself silly. We sat in the front room after dinner with a cup of coffee and talked about this and that, catching up on the local gossip and the family news.

“So,” Marissa began, “how do you manage by yourself?”

“Well, I do stay busy,” my mother said. “I manage on the insurance my husband set up, plus I get a small pension from his work. I also sell fresh eggs and honey and that keeps me in groceries.”

“You sell eggs and honey?” Marissa asked.

“Sure,” my mother said. “Sometimes, I get more from that than I do the pension, depending on how much the chickens produce.”

“Have you thought about starting a business?” Marissa asked. My mother shook her head.

“No, there’s no need,” she said. “I just collect the eggs, sort through them and box them up. Then I collect and can the honey. Then I take it all down to the local store. They sell it and we split the profits. Sometimes they put it toward my groceries. Everybody wins.”

“Sounds so simple,” Marissa said.

“It really is, and it works for us,” my mother said. “I just wish my boys were a bit closer so we could see each other more.”

“I do too, Mom,” I said. “I miss your cooking.” We all laughed at that.

“So when are you two getting married?” my mother asked.

“Shortly after we get back to California,” Marissa said. “Would you like to come out?”

“Of course,” my mother said. “I’ve never been to California.”

“Good,” Marissa said. “I’ll talk to my folks and see what we can arrange. I know they’d love to meet you.” That night as we lay in my old double bed, Marissa looked at me strangely.

“You really like it here, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “This is my home. This is where I’d like to retire. My dad used to take me out hunting and fishing in these hills when I was a kid. I know these hills like the back of my hand.” She smiled.

“It is a nice home,” she said. “Simple. Quaint, even. I could probably get used to it in time.” I held her as memories from my childhood flooded my mind. We fell asleep and I woke up early enough to help my mother gather the eggs. I crept downstairs as Marissa slept in my old bed and caught up to my mom in the chicken pen.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a smile as I entered the pen. She spoke as I helped her gather the eggs. “So tell me about this girl, Marissa. Do you love her?”

“Yeah,” I said. “She was my physical therapist when I got back from Iraq. She really helped me a lot.”

“Have you told Jenny about her?” she asked.

“No, I haven’t,” I said. “I figured she’d be too busy with her fiance.”

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