Mr. Cook: Chapter 6

Once again Mr. Cook is startled by a knock on the door.

“Hello again Mr. Cook. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by, I have some business to discuss with you.”

Annoyed by her assumption that he had nothing better to do, he was about to turn her away when Clara popped out from behind her and smiled. There was something about her smile that sparked Mr. Cook’s heart. He showed his reluctance on his face but let them inside.

“Do you drink coffee? Would you like a glass of milk Clara?”

Clara nodded and sat down on the sofa while Mr. Cook went into the kitchen to get the coffee. Eveline followed him to help and noticed he had turned the coffee maker on but forgot to put water in it. She didn’t say anything but went ahead and poured water into it as Mr. Cook turned his back to get the milk. They finally settled in the living room.

“Sorry again to stop in like this, I just had a few more questions and thought we could discuss some more details about our transaction.”

After finishing a brief discussion about the details of their transaction Eveline was finding it hard to approach the subject she really wanted to discuss. It was silent for a moment then Mr. Cook stood up to get something from his room. Eveline watched him and was perplexed when he went downstairs instead of the master bedroom. She assumed Oscar must be in there but her curiosity was getting the best of her.

She arose to her feet and walked quietly to the door of the bedroom. Mr. Cook was mobile but he moved pretty slow so she figured she would have enough time for a quick peek. She opened the door slowly to not make a sound. There was no cat in there that she could see, so she went inside. The bedroom was dusty and eerily untouched; pictures of Carol and Mr. Cook were on the dresser along with some perfume and earings. She turned around to find a silk bathrobe on the back of the door. Womens slippers were on the floor next to the bed.

It finally made sense to her. The room hadn’t been touched since Carol died. Suddenly she can’t help but put her hand over her mouth and cry. Creeks on the stairs cause her to jolt back into motion and hurry out of there and into the bathroom. She could hear Mr. Cook saying something to Clara as she fixed her makeup and tried her best to hide her expression.

“This is a picture of my wife when she was your age. You look just like her.”. He said as he let Clara hold the picture.

“I met her when I was 16 years old.”

Clara smiled and handed the picture back to Mr. Cook as her mom sat down on the couch.

“You were 16 when you met? That’s incredible; I met my Christopher when we were 24, I wish we had met sooner… I’d love to hear about that time from your perspective; I studied history in college and it fascinates me.”

Mr. Cook looked like he was angry or maybe just deep in thought. Eveline gave him some time to gather his thoughts. She was relieved when he began to speak. Finally, she was going to find out what she so desperately wanted to know.

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To be continued…

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