Underestimated(3)By: Jettie Woodruff
when he realized that I had disappeared. What went
through his mind when he dialed my cellphone? I didn’t
even know where it was. I wondered if anyone would
answer it. I knew he was probably beyond irate, and I was
sure that a few things had gotten broke during his
I woke to the sun pouring in through the window.
My homemade bed must have been sufficient. I slept the
whole night without waking once. I didn’t waste time
stretching and lingering around in bed the way that I was
used to. I got straight up, brushed my teeth and pulled my
long dark hair into a ponytail. I still had a hard time
looking in the mirror without double taking. My hair had
been blonde for the past six years, and my natural brown,
seemed so distant and foreign now. My bruised cheekbone
also looked better. You could barely see it once I applied
I pulled on a pair of hand-me-down jeans and a
sweatshirt. That was the part about Las, I mean Indiana
that I was going to find the most difficult. It was May, and
the weather was so diverse. I could handle it, had it been a
bit different, but forty degrees different? Come on. Why
didn’t I get a choice? I surely would have chosen a
warmer climate. How were you supposed to enjoy living
by a beach when you wore a continuous layer of goose
I had breakfast at Millie’s Diner. Millie herself
waited on me.
“Good morning. Can I start you off with some
coffee?” she asked.
“Yes. Thank you. That would be great.” I chose to
sit at the bar and thumbed through a newspaper.
“Here you go sweetie. Do you need a few minutes
yet?” The friendlier than I was used to lady asked.
“No. I’m ready. Could I get gravy and biscuits and
two slices of bacon?”
“You sure can, coming right up.”
I read through the local paper, smiling at its size. It
was a full four pages. The Vegas Sun was dictionary
compared to the Misty Bay Daily News. The front page
talked about the events planned for the year’s Summer
Fest. There would be apple bobbing, grease pole
climbing, corn hole tournaments, a wood chopping
competition, and the list went on and on for the weekend
long celebration. Saturday night would be no kid’s night,
and it described the street dancing and wine tasting events
for adults only. I flipped the page and read about the new
breast milk flavored coffee at ‘Reminiscent.’ Are you
kidding me? Where the hell was I going to be working?
Where the hell would you even get breast milk? I kept
reading and learned the benefits of breast milk coffee. I
would not be trying the breast milk coffee. I was sure of
“Here you go honey,” Millie said, setting my plate
in front of me. It looked mouthwatering. Either that or my
stomach was so hungry, it would have looked
mouthwatering had it been a plate of gravy and worms. It
was delicious, and I am sure I ate it in record time. Millie
probably thought I hadn’t eaten in weeks. She refilled my
coffee cup, and I thanked her. The diner was fairly empty
and had only a few people; of course it was getting kind of
late for breakfast.
It was almost eleven. I hadn’t even started my
long list of shopping yet, let alone the cleaning that needed
to be done. I was, however, feeling a little less uneasy that
morning. I had plenty of time to do it. I may not finish in
the next three days, but I would be working mostly days so
I would just have to work on it in the evenings after work.
I was going to need something to do in order to keep my
mind from thinking too much anyway.
“Is there a furniture store around here?” I asked
Millie when she slid me a small strawberry Danish.
“There’s one over on Long Road. Is there
something particular that you are looking for?”
I took a bite of the cheese Danish. “Hmm, this is
amazing,” I told her as the warm contents of strawberry
and cream cheese teased my taste buds. “I kind of need
everything,” I smiled up at her.
“You bought Clara Bliss’s little cottage, didn’t
Clara Bliss? How was I supposed to answer that?
No. I live in a house that my grandmother left for me. That
was what I was supposed to say. That’s what Ms. K told
me to say. Who is Clara Bliss?
“Clara lived there up until about ten years or so
ago.” Millie started to explain. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“She moved to Portland to be closer to her grandchildren.
The house has sat empty for a good many years. You can
thank her for the lovely colors,” she winked, and it made
Shew, I didn’t have to explain anything.
“Where is Long Road? Do they have pretty much