Post by kelly on Jun 27, 2011 9:40:18 GMT -5
Mattie Chandler didn’t like the old farmhouse it was drafty and the roof leaked during the heavy downpours in fall but Bernie loved it and refused to move because it had been in his family for generations. The baby was due any day now and she felt heavy and cumbersome as she trod down to the creek that ran through the property adjacent to the freeway where trucks roared by on there way to Santa Fe and the small towns that lay scattered in between as well as the villages. Mattie was lonely and longed for the city and her friends who she had worked with at the main branch of the B of A which stood on the corner of 12th and Montgomery Streets between the Old Mariner bar and grill and Casey's Used furniture store. She didn't have any clear plan in mind but escape was never far from her thoughts and she resolved to get away as soon as the baby was born. Bernie had turned really weird lately and she suspected he might be doing drugs again, sometimes she smelt liquor on his breath when he got home after being away for a day or two especially on the weekends.
