*I just found this story fragment among my files of writing. Hope you like it, and will let me know your thoughts! Wishing you sweetness always.*
Lunchtime with Leo
by Joan Myles
Leo Grimley is a man of straight lines and tidy corners. At forty-seven, he feels his life has arranged itself quite neatly, and is content to do his part by simply tagging along.
Leo works as an accountant. Partly because he has always been good with figures, but mostly because when Leo Grimley senior died twenty-five years ago, his associates wanted to fill the position quickly, and Leo was there.
The modest apartment where Leo currently lives has been his home for forty-seven years, and his parents home before that, and even his grandparents home for a decade or so. Various pieces of furniture, too–the piano in the corner for example, or the lovely hand-crafted clock he never remembers to wind–were favorites of his grandmother’s, and his father’s overcoat still hangs in the front closet.
For her part, Mrs. Grimley finds the old, familiar pieces of furniture reassuring, and can’t help fondling the lapels of the coat and putting her own hands into the pockets whenever she has cause to open the closet. Mrs. Grimley is Leo’s mother, of course, because Leo has always been a bit too shy and awe-struck by women to speak more than a few words to one.
Mrs. Grimley spends her time caring for Leo. She launders his clothing on Monday, fetches his dry-cleaning on Tuesday, attends to the weeks mail on Wednesday, shops for groceries on Thursday and vacuums and dusts their respectable, overstuffed home on Friday. Saturday and Sunday are reserved for attending to Leo more personally. Their weekly Scrabble tournament keeps his mind sharp as ever, and Sunday’s walks through the park enable sleo to face another seven days of accounting refreshed and renewed.
Or so goes Mrs. Grimley’s theory.