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“Whoa. My man’s getting himself some MILF action,” Zach laughed.
Jake took out his phone and zoomed all the way in on the pair, snapping pictures as they made out.
After the long kiss, the man lowered Tammy back to her feet and gave her ass a little smack. She tugged on the front of his jacket, pulling him down for one last peck, before he pulled his keys out of his pocket and hopped down the steps, grinning.
Jake tracked his phone along with the man as he walked down the driveway and pulled away in his truck.
“Okay, I think he’s gone.” Zach said, watching behind them as the truck drove away down the gravel road.
Jake started the car and pulled his seat belt back on.
“What are you doing?” Zach asked. “Aren’t you going to talk to her?”
Jake smirked. “Change of plans.”
31
Madison
The heavy metaldoor banged shut behind Madison. Stomping the snow off her boots, she peeked around to see the shop and cafe were empty. She figured it must be after four o’clock. The lull between coffee and dinner.
Agatha popped her head out from the back room, covering the mouthful of food she was chewing with her hand.
“Oh, Madison, honey. I didn’t know you were coming in today. I didn’t ask you to work and then forget, did I?”
“Hi, Ag. No, I’m not here to work. I was wondering if you’d have time to talk?”
Agatha’s expression changed from surprise to concern. She walked over to a table in the window and pulled out a chair, gesturing for Madison to sit. “What’s going on?”
Madison took a deep breath. Where to begin? “I have been doing a lot of thinking and… soul searching,” she rolled her eyes at the phrase, “and I have come to the conclusion I need to take some control and make some changes in my life.”
Agatha smiled and reached across the corner of the table for her hand. “That’s wonderful, Madison. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks,” she offered a small smile. “I think I could use some help with it all, though. Do you remember the counselor lady you made me go talk to before?”
“The grief counselor? Yes, I do. Would you like to see her again?”
“No.” Madison made a sour face. “God, no. That lady was a nut. But I do think it would be good for me to see someone else. Someone who didn’t look like they’d been following the Grateful Dead around in a van for the last thirty years, preferably.”
Agatha scoffed.
“Can you help me find someone?”
“Of course. I’d be happy to, dear.” She gave Madison’s hand an encouraging squeeze. “Hang tight, let me go grab something.”
Agatha disappeared into the back room and Madison exhaled deeply and glanced out the window. It was already getting dark out and the streetlamps illuminated the snow floating down.
Agatha returned with two brochures. “All right, this is the place I called last time, but this place is also an option, and maybe they’ll have a counselor with a different style. One who suits you a little better.”
Madison turned the brochure over in her hands. The office was in Silver Creek.At least it’s not too far to drive.
The photo on the brochure was a cheesy stock photo of a professionally dressed older man smiling and shaking hands with a casually dressed middle aged woman. Madison cringed.
“Ok. I guess this place is as good as any. Might as well try it out, right?” She looked to Agatha for further encouragement.
“Wonderful. Why don’t you call and make an appointment right now then?” Agatha stood up and grabbed the cordless landline phone from the desk. “Here.”
Madison’s eyes filled with fear as she dialed the numbers written on the front of the brochure. Her heart raced as the phone rang.
