Little Miss

I knew there were problems in her marriage and I patiently waited for it to collapse. My neighbor Angie was a beautiful young mother that I had admired (lusted over) for 3 years. I always timed my yardwork when I knew she would be in her yard mowing and triming. We took the occasional break to talk about what chemicals to use to keep out the weeds and make our yards beautiful. She would share some personal information about her family and her classes she was taking to become a nurse. Within six months she would complete her studies and be taking her test to become an RN. This was her dream for the last 2 years and was about to become reality. I believe she knew for the last year that she was going to need an income in the near future. She had been married for 8 years and had a daughter, Melody, who was 8. She was truthful in telling me that she had to get married and her husband was none to excited about the circumstances. He was 10 years her senior and thought he was just having an affair with a younger woman. After his divorce he reluctantly married Angie and started looking for his next affair. Angie had known for the last year that things had changed in their relationship and an affair was the obvious reason.
The inevitable happened and I saw Brad (the turd) loading his SUV one morning with all his belongings. I hated him from what little I knew of his exploits shared by Angie. In my wicked mind I was delighted. I really didn’t think I stood a chance with her because I am twelve years her senior and felt she had probably had her fill of older men. I didn’t rush over and try to console her or inject myself into her life in any way, yet.
Angies yard was desperately in need of cutting and trimming. She certainly had other things on her mind, and when I saw her and Melody leave the house I went into action. I had the yard work done by the time they returned and watched out the window as they drove into the drive. She stood there looking at the yard and then turned and looked toward my house. She knew it had to be me that had taken care of the yard.
I became her yard man. She was busy taking care of Melody, her house and studing for her upcoming exams. We grew closer by the week. The hugs were now longer and an occasional kiss on the cheek made all the work worth it. She called me one evening because her garbage disposal had quit working. I fixed the problem in short order and was thanked with the ususal hug. But this time she didn’t let go right away. She lingered and held me tight.