Titles Are Hard (Sean)
Jan 30, 2013 15:43:39 GMT -5
Post by Patricia Reed on Jan 30, 2013 15:43:39 GMT -5
Since Jo’s appearance in Addie’s life things had been… She wasn’t quite sure how things had been actually. They seemed to be calm and steady. But, dear lord, Addie was a wreck on the inside. Constantly nervous and fretting about the young woman, who’d been staying with her for a few months now. It was odd to say the least. First, Addie had been living on her own for more than ten years. And now suddenly there was somebody new in her home. And, oh yeah, that somebody new was the child she’d given up for adoption thirty years before.
To say it was terrifying was a bit of an understatement. She’d spend as little time away from her home as she possibly could, sometimes returning in the middle of the day for lunch. It made her apprehensive to leave Josie alone, as if the woman were a child who shouldn’t be left to her own devices.
All of the worry and fear, not to mention being home as much as work would allow, left Addie needing somebody to talk to. A shoulder to lean on, though she wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of airing what she considered ‘dirty laundry’. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of having given Josie up for adoption, it had been the right decision. But it was still somewhat painful to discuss. That’s why she was coming to Sean. They’d been friends for some time and she was comfortable with him. The fact that he was smart and a psychiatrist also made it a bit easier.
Holding the tupperware filled with the new s’more brownies, a new recipe she’d found, between her arm and waist, she tapped lightly on Sean’s door. “Sean? It’s Addie. Do you have some time that I can speak with you?” Despite knowing that he knew it was her, Addie still felt the need to announce herself.
To say it was terrifying was a bit of an understatement. She’d spend as little time away from her home as she possibly could, sometimes returning in the middle of the day for lunch. It made her apprehensive to leave Josie alone, as if the woman were a child who shouldn’t be left to her own devices.
All of the worry and fear, not to mention being home as much as work would allow, left Addie needing somebody to talk to. A shoulder to lean on, though she wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of airing what she considered ‘dirty laundry’. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of having given Josie up for adoption, it had been the right decision. But it was still somewhat painful to discuss. That’s why she was coming to Sean. They’d been friends for some time and she was comfortable with him. The fact that he was smart and a psychiatrist also made it a bit easier.
Holding the tupperware filled with the new s’more brownies, a new recipe she’d found, between her arm and waist, she tapped lightly on Sean’s door. “Sean? It’s Addie. Do you have some time that I can speak with you?” Despite knowing that he knew it was her, Addie still felt the need to announce herself.
