Tuesday, February 10, 2009



Cody did her best to give the realtor the brush off. Tara was a nice enough lady, but a little overbearing, and Cody wanted to be alone when she turned her key in her very own lock. The first thing she noticed was that the lockbox had left a terrible mark on the door below, where it had been attached to the doorknob, she’d have to match the paint so she could touch that up. Once inside, she walked from room to room, her heels clicking against the wood floors. They weren’t big rooms, but they weren’t small either. Cody stood in the two-story entryway; the stairs and the living room were to her right, the dining room, which she intended to make her office, on her left. Down the hallway a double set of French doors led to a lovely courtyard. Just past the powder room, the hallway opened up into the kitchen and family room. Cody smiled to think that she had granite countertops and a wood-burning fireplace.

She hopped up and took a seat on the kitchen island since there was no place else to sit, set her purse down, fished through the contents for her phone, and then punched the “Suzy” button for her mother. The phone rang and rang.

“It’s me, Mom,” Cody said, when Suzy finally answered. “I’m in my house.”

“You are? Already? My, that was fast!”

“Because it was a repo, because I bought it from the bank.”

“Well Girl, I’m forty years old and I’ve never owned my own home. You’re only twenty-three, you’ve got me beat!”

Her mother was currently living out in Florida with her newest boyfriend. One time Cody sat down with her Aunt Lori, and they did their best to figure out just how many different places Cody had lived before she moved to California to live in her Aunt Lori’s house so she might attend college. Between the two of them, they decided that Suzy had moved Cody at least thirty-one times. Apartments, hotels, trailers, condo’s, motels, shelters, into any place and every place but an actual house and home.

Cody said, “I didn’t know we were having a contest Mom.”

“Saul wants to talk to you, hold on a minute.”

Cody did not want to talk to the man. Why did her mother always insist on making her talk to her damn boyfriends?

“Hey,” a scratchy voice rang in her ear, “good for you kid. Take it from an old Jewish guy—homeownership’s where it’s at. And I hear you got a good deal too. Way to go.”

Cody slid off the counter. “Well, Gee Saul. Thanks.” He was probably an okay guy. She just didn’t have a lot of patience for her mother’s boyfriends. She had memories.

Loud knocking ensued, the ringing of the doorbell. “The movers are here,” she said. “I better go.”

Cody made her way down the hallway and into her new life.

All Rights Reserved. © 2009 by Elizabeth Bradley.

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