While the cookies were baking I did a little cleaning up. The kitchen was the only part of the house that really needed it. I got the dishes from brea...fast and last nights dinner going, washed and wiped down the sinks and counter tops and went through the fridge looking for anything that looked like it needed to go in the garbage. There were a few wilted bits of romaine lettuce that I decided were past their prime along with some sliced tomatoes that I hadn't used fast enough, and those all. ?Now if you will please follow me!!? the maid said in a bossy tone.What a bitch, Brooke thought.She was going to have a word with Aunt Michelle about her maid’s rudeness. Brooke and her mom walked behind the maid, who took them across the house driveway, until they reached the front door. The front door was opened. As Brooke kept on walking, her mom stopped.?Honey listen. It’s getting late. I think I am going to go back to the car and drive off. I will call you later,? her mom cried. She laid out the towel on the soft sand; it was a light blue towel, the same hue as the sky on a clear day. But she could remember a time when it was dark blue and brand new.She could remember picking it out in the store just like it was yesterday. The store is long gone now, just a ghost of a memory where a parking lot now stands.She smiled to herself as she ran her fingers along the threadbare surface of the towel, as if she was caressing an old friend.She sat down carefully on top of it, her. ” She kissed his cheek.“You were tense and you didn't smile. What I love most about fucking you is that you are always smiling. You have a smile that melts hearts. Fucking you makes me feel good about the world. I fuck the bar girls,” he continued, “but that's just sex that I've bought, and of no more significance than the enjoyment of driving a fast car or drinking a good wine. You, Maggie, are a symphony of delight. You are to be savored and remembered. Forever, my dear.”“You are full of it,.