8: Millie

It was finally getting all too much to handle for her, the heat bore down on her hard and she could bear it no longer. Millie sat up out of the bottom of the tree then streaked her back. "I'm going inside, take a break if it gets to hot okay?" Millie said not sure if Grey could hear her but he just kept on mowing. Millie held a hand over her face and stepped up to the house feeling the sweat inside her shoes. After a few good knocks the door opened and she was met with the old woman who owned this house, Maureen French the old woman's name was Millie was told. "I'm sorry, I can't stay out there any longer, may I come in?" The old woman smiled a sort of sick smile and stepped back. "Please."

Soon after Millie was sitting at the counter top looking out the window at the man at work while the old woman Maureen was making a drink for them, Millie did not want to even think it to herself but the old woman looked a little like a hag in a medieval English sketch. "How are you getting along up there you and him? I didn't know young Gregory was married at all now let alone coming here with someone. It was interesting gossip I'll admit when we heard Gregory was coming to live where Doug was. But I didn't know of you till you came along! Wait till I tell my galpals ha!" Maureen laughed as she pulled out a extra cup of lemonade for herself. Millie giggled a little and pulled the cup closer to herself. "Oh! Well yes but 'Gregory' doesn't go by that anymore, everyone we know calls him Grey." "Ha, why?" "Well he stopped going by that before I known him. He just didn't like being nicknamed Greg." Maureen sat to the other side of her swirling her drink around with a straw watching Grey outside work. "He's a looker." Millie waved the comment away. "Don't go stealing my man!" the old woman laughed a big loud laugh. "Wouldn't dream of it! But really-" She leaned in. "How is it out there? Last time I was near that house I was a little girl and it wasn't quite new then. "It's just fine. Well- of course beyond the lack of WiFi and bathroom and floor. " Millie grinned and the old woman nodded. "I never liked it out there, nothing good ever lived there, in fact very little lives there. You and your husband may be the only good things that ever lived there." "It does look a little... Dead out there." "Yes it is! Why don't you and him move more into town away from there? That's no place for a young couple to be." Millie frowned but nodded. "Well maybe someday, I don't think Grey's very charmed here yet, but it seems nice, and I'm happy most places so maybe. To be frank I'm not planning on staying there long and I don't see him planning on that either. I mean, well we haven't told anyone yet but we're planning of having a kid sometime and that wouldn't be safe at all even if we got the place fixed up." Maureen practically fell over in her chair. "Of course it wouldn't be safe!" Millie frowned and stopped looking out the window and to the rest of the room away from everything. "Well, maybe this wouldn't be a great place for raising in general, are there any kids around here?" "Of course, Most of my girlfriends have grandchildren, it'll be fine just don't raise them near that swamp." Don't raise them near that swamp huh? Well maybe it was so, but where there any houses near by in the first place. "I bet you two would have pretty kids, it's lovely to have a pretty young couple coming in." Millie smiled and nodded but said nothing. They where young but where they pretty? Probably not, Grey was lanky and a little too skinny below the gut and too top heavy. His thin light brown hair always looked greasy even when he was clean and same with the never gone not shaved face he had. He always looked tired too or at least bored. Millie wasn't much better. Her hair was long amber brown and too curly too brush out well unless she really focused on it in the morning. She had a tiny face and a tiny voice too. Her feet where too big her hands where too tiny. She always had a beer belly despite looking skinny otherwise, her hips where square like and her breasts where pointy like the kind a wicked step mother in a fairly tale would have. But still, they both looked healthy so maybe if they had a kid it'd look cute. "I hope." Millie said, looking to the old woman and smiling. "We'll have have to wait and see!" She told hopefully.