She barely had time to register that the truck was backed so far into the driveway that it pressed against the garage door before she heard the knock on the door. Her heart wanted to greet him with “why are you here” but her brain displayed images of two little girls in her head that caused her to soften. “Is there something I can do for you?” She said with the most civility she could muster.
“I’m here to get my TV” he replied.
She considered standing up to him and refusing his request but since she didn’t watch television, and she lived by her mother’s rule to choose your battles carefully, she stepped aside and let him in. It wasn’t the issue of the television that annoyed her as much as it was the idea of one more disruption in her life. She moved toward the mammoth television to help unhook it from its life support of electricity and cable.
“It’s raining so I would like to take it out through the garage” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you open the garage door while I unhook everything?”
She instinctively obeyed without even considering she had a choice and headed to the garage through the kitchen access. She reminded herself to get a decent light bulb for the garage fixture. When the old one burned out all she had available was a 25 watt bulb and the light would have been insufficient for an organized garage much less this chaotic one.
As she weaved through the clutter and approached the garage door lock and handle, she felt an arm slide around her waist trapping her left arm and another around her upper chest trapping her right arm. What was he doing? Trying to hug her? Something didn’t feel right and she resisted. The arms tightened and soon she felt something soft covering her face.
What is that smell? She tried to think and break free but her resistance was waning. Suddenly she felt so tired. That smell, so familiar. Ether!