Dad’s young hot widow

Beginnings

Myself Jim, 2 older sisters and of course mom and dad,Fred .
We generally had a good relationship.
I had learnt how to treat a lady since my sisters would make me suffer if I did not.
From what I saw, mom and dad were fine together. No issues.
Until one day, all of a sudden, dad left.
I found out later that mom had slowly over time been holding out more and more and eventually dad left for someone else.
Considering the situation, I held no ill feelings to my dad, but being a horny boy, I may have had some towards mom as I could understand dad’s pain.
As time went on, being the only man in the house, I was doing the gutters, weeding, some electrical work and slowly became sort of a short term replacement for my dad.

New arrangements
When I finished college,I left home and had an arrangement with my dad that I would stay with him until I found a job and managed to scrape together enough cash to move out.
My company was closer to Pops than Ma so I would save time travelling, and cash by living with dad.

When I moved in with dad, I found out that he had a 28 year wife, Catherine.
All round though, she was hot hot hot, but she was older than me so her hotness didnt count, even had she not been married to my dad.
She was a very sweet girl, although that is condescending considering I was 6 years younger than her.
She was always cooking, cleaning and sorting my dad out.
She really was a winner, and I congratulated dad on finding her and joked that I hoped I inherited his skills with women.
He laughed, and we chatted about Mom and he wanted to chat about his reasons for leaving but I told him that I understand and that he should not feel like he owes me an explaination.
It was probably easy because all his kids are working, so he was not bound financially to stay in a legal arrangement for the sake of the children.
I felt great knowing that my dad was not alone, and he was relieved that I understood.

Learning about Catherine.
She was a pleaser, and basically shriveled and “died” if there was nothing or a bad word said about what she did.
What made it worse was that if she got a compliment, there was a 50/50 chance that she would be in tears.
So I assume she was broken in some way which I did not know about.

On one occassion, she made superb mac and cheese. Bacon bit, nicely browned cheese on top.
I had to mention that fact and asked her about her recipe since I needed to know what she did to make it that great.
She looked down and put her finger across her eyes.
I saw tears and froze, stopped chewing and breathing, not wanting to move in case I made it worse.
She brushed it off saying that there were still some onions in the air, then went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Things change
Things went well for dad at work, and he mentioned that he would be late as his colleagues wanted to help him celebrate his promotion.
He was so chuffed that he went and partied hard with his friends, and his friend drove him into an early grave on the way home.
Catherine was far more devastated than Ma, who refused to attend his funeral.

Stand in
Since I was staying in the house, I then took over some of the responsibilities to allow us all a fair share at grieving.
As my dad was not around anymore, Catherine started to pay a great deal of attention to me.
I guess that since I was framed like my dad, with wide shoulder, but rather short at 5ft 10, she felt comfortable around me enough to treat me as more than an equal.(I always considered myself inferior since I was single and she was married).

Inheritence
When dad died, we had to go through his papers to find all his insurances and assurances.
We then found that he left the house and life policy to me.
Catherine was cool and calm but it looked like she did not understand what was going on.
I think the old Geyser didnt update his will after getting married.

Since the house was settled by the life insurance on the house loan, the owed amount was settled by the insurance and I owned it all.
Catherine’s problem was that she did not earn an income, so I offered to have her stay until she could find her feet.
This made the situation very difficult for Catherine.

She was great.
Always making sure I was well fed and doing all my laundry. I got home and it felt like a home.
She was awesome but she had a wild look in her eyes all the time.
Like she never just relaxed.
Always nervous, and expecting something…bad maybe?

Spark of interest?
This one day, I had a tough day at work, production came to a standstill for one hour while I was on lunch.
So I got home late, and went straight to shower and then went to supper.
Catherine was waiting patiently.