Murdo Girl…Living the dream, part 3

The next morning, I woke up to Trixie’s whining. It appeared she urgently needed to go outside. When I looked at the clock on the night stand, I was shocked to see it was after 10:00 o’clock. I grabbed my robe, picked up my little charge and rushed down the stairs. I didn’t have a leash, but something told me that Trixie wouldn’t run off.

As she looked around for the perfect spot, I took note of my surroundings. It was a beautiful day. I could see Cape Cod Bay which looked like it was about a ten minute walk from where I was standing.

I felt suddenly free…free of my worn out life. For five years I had lived where everyone’s house looked the same, we all dressed alike, and ate the same foods. I didn’t know how my new life would play out. All I knew was at this moment, I felt alive and hungry.


When we got back, we checked the kitchen door and it was unlocked. I found food for Trixie and made myself a cup of much needed coffee. I would scrounge up something for breakfast after I enjoyed my first cup. Trixie began gobbling down her food, and I took my coffee to the sunroom.


Looking out one of the windows, I noticed something I hadn’t seen earlier. There was an old broken down truck parked a short distance from my SUV. I was sure it hadn’t been there when I arrived the evening before.

About that time, I heard Trixie barking in the kitchen. I thought I caught a whiff of bacon frying. Who could be in my kitchen? When I got to the door, I saw a woman busily cooking what looked like breakfast for ten.

“You must be Kathleen,” she said. “I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast so I’ve prepared some of everything. Would you like more coffee?”

“You must be my mother’s nurse. You arrived early.” (For some reason, I was not looking forward to seeing my mother.)

“I’m about to take breakfast to her room, she said. “Follow me.”

“Good morning, Kathleen. Come and look. This is my favorite view of the bay.”

I dutifully walked over to the window and stood next to her wheel chair. Without looking at me, She took a tissue and blew her nose before she began to speak.

“What would you say if I told you I’ve been in a coma for the last thirty years?”

“If you think I’m going to swallow that one, you’re crazy. Besides, until I received the envelope, I had forgotten you ever existed.”

“Goodness sakes alive,” the voice behind us said rather gleefully. “Ain’t this going to be all kinds of fun?”