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necklace.
“Sure,” Bethany replied, taking the silver chain.
“Do you remember that nice man that owns the bakery?”
Bethany shook her head. “Mhm.”
“Well, he comes to the flower shop almost everyday to
get flowers for his store, and today, he asked if I wanted
to go out to dinner.” Bethany’s mom turned around to
look at her, brushing a piece of her blonde hair behind
her ear.
Bethany couldn’t help but look at her mother with a bit
of bitterness. She didn’t like her mother going out. She
didn’t like that her parents weren’t together anymore. But
there was nothing she could say to change it.
“What?” Ms. Meyer said as she looked at her daughter.
“You and dad just got a divorce like a year ago. Can’t
you wait just a little longer before you start dating again?”
Bethany sat on the edge of the large bed that sat in the
center of the room.
Ms. Meyer walked over to the floor length mirror in the
corner of the room, picking up a black dress off the floor
on her way. As she held it to her body, admiring herself in
the mirror, she spoke. “I am a grown woman, Bethy. I
deserve to be happy don’t I? Your father is happy now. I
think it’s my finally my turn.”
“I just think you should wait.” Bethany stood from the
bed and walked quietly out of the room.
A few feet down the hall, Bethany came to a stop at a
closed bedroom door. She gave the door a few knocks,
and then waited.
“Yeah?” a male voice shouted over the faint sound of
music.
Bethany cracked the door open enough to see her
brother sitting at a desk, staring at the bright screen of a
laptop.
“Looks like it’s just you and I for dinner tonight.”
    As Tru walked through the foyer of her grandmother’s
house, she slid her heavy backpack off of her shoulders,
still holding it in her hand, and placed her stack of books
on the small entryway table against the wall. When she
entered the living room, she placed the backpack on the
floor by the old striped couch and walked to the sliding
glass door that looked out across the backyard. In the distance, past the wildly growing lawn, she could see the forest.
    The backyard at her grandparent’s house was much
larger than the backyard at her old house. There were
probably about sixty feet between the house and the first
row of trees on the other side. There was a small, circular,
cemented patio stretching from the sliding door that was
only about twenty feet in diameter. It was meant for a
table and some chairs, but Maggie had only managed to
place
a
simple
freestanding
barbeque
along
the
wall
where the cement met up with the house. The backyard
had grass, but it was the only living plant out there, and it
was hardly ever mowed. Tru liked it though. It made the
yard look more natural against the forest backdrop.
    Slowly, Tru raised her right hand and pressed it flat
against the glass, slowly gliding the door open. It was
nearly halfway ajar when she heard a noise coming from
behind her.
“Gertrude?” Maggie called from the kitchen.
    Tru quietly
slid the
door
closed again and turned
around to face the empty family room. “Yes, Grandma?”
She called back to the woman.
    “Just making sure it was you.” Maggie came walking
through the kitchen door, wiping her hands into an old
towel she was holding, then stopped just a few feet in
front of Tru. “What are you up to today?”
    Tru ignored Maggie’s question by asking one of her
own. “Do you believe in the myth?”
“Which one?” She looked at Tru with curiosity, folding
her arms across her chest. The towel dangled out of the
crevice just below her armpit.
There’s more than one?
“The one about the fairies,” Tru replied, a slight questioning tone to her voice.
“Oh.” Maggie stood silently for what seem like an hour,
placing a hand gently on the back of the couch for support.
“Do you believe in fairies?” Tru asked when she still
hadn’t responded.
“I believe that people like to tell stories, and I think
naïve people