Well with the holidays over it’s back to business as usual.
Danica said I’d be working with a friend of hers. Millie was her name. After a bit of information, I learned she lived about an hour away on a farm. When I asked why she didn’t work in the office, I was only told, “she isn’t comfortable around other people” and “she can’t go down stairs” weird. So this weekend I was to go to her house and do whatever she needed me to do.
The drive to the countryside was nice, the hustle and bustle of the noisy city faded into rolling green hills and golden farmland. The highway I took faded to a long double Lane Road leading to nowhere. My GPS led me to an offroad and eventually towards the farmhouse.
It was an old plantation home, painted pearly white, two stories with a wrap-around porch. A big red barn was beset behind it.
I pulled into the driveway, where only one other car sat motionlessly.
I read the signage on the front of the house, 8008 Milford drive. This was the place. I walked up the stairs leading to the porch. It was a covered porch, with several sets of tasteful wooden furniture strewn about.