Ok, this is my revised story, hopefully all the horrible grammar errors are gone as well as a few new things added. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
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The air was crisp as I walked down 7th avenue. The air was always crisp this time of year. It was especially cool this morning. I used to love walking in the mornings, it always made me feel healthier. I didn't always get to walk early though. My job always had me working nights, so I cam home and crashed. I would get up around noon and walk, but that was in the past. I had a new job that started today. It was simple, a basic secretary, finally all those years of University to be a CPA might pay off, of course it would help if I had finished. But I was glad to make the move, factory work was not for me. I was ready to start a new life.
As I rounded the corner at 7th and Rutherford, I noticed a moving van across the street from my house. They must have arrived while I was out, it was odd I didn't even know that the house was for sale. The house had been owned by an old lady. Her name was Gertrude. She was a very nice old lady, many times she fixed me dinner while I was gearing up for a long night of studies for school, or a dreaded double shift at the factory. In my spare time between work and school I always made sure to check on Mrs. Gertrude. I guess I felt like I owed her something, regardless of how many times she had told me I didn't. I would pretty regularly mow her lawn in the summer, rake her leaves in the fall, and shovel snow in the winter. There were times when I worked so hard helping her out, she would invite me in for dinner but I would pass out on her couch. She was just like my Grandmother, I slept on her couch almost as much as I did in my bed.
I was really worried about Mrs. Gertrude, she hadn't made any indications that she would be leaving. I made a short detour to check on her. When I got closer to the van I noticed something that confused me for a moment. Things were being removed from it, not put in. There was no way Mrs. Gertrude was already out I talked with her three days ago. I'll never forget it, she reprimanded me for leaving the factory. She kept saying " How can you leave such a stable job. Boy I'll never understand what goes through that thick noggin' of yours. This is just like when you left that school. You had such a future in, what was it, being a secretary. And you spent so much time on your degree."
I walked on up to the front door, it was open and I thought I would find out from Mrs. Gertrude. There were boxes all over, some were open others were closed, many were about half full. I headed up the stairs to Mrs. Gertrude's room. The door was cracked and I could hear a steady beeping. I took a peek in the door, what I saw brought tears to my eyes. Mrs. Gertrude was laying in her bed, asleep, but she was hooked up to several machines that looked like they came out of hospital. I went to push open the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Can I help you?", the voice must have come from an angel. It was so soft, and pure like a gentle breeze meant only for me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin but when I turned around I almost needed to change my pants. Before my eyes stood a young girl probably 18. She had long hair the as black as a starless night that reached almost to her ass. Her face was elegant, she had delicate angular features and a soft eyes, that were a vibrant forest green. She was wearing a spaghetti string tank top that showed off her smooth shoulders and her supple neck. Her skin was a sun-kissed golden shade of brown that looked like it might burn you if touched. She had a little smaller than average breasts but she made up for it in a very petite waist and stomach line. She showed off very well in the shirt that covered a little less than her ribcage. She made an effort to show off her hip bones in a pair of very low riding bluejeans. Her legs were like the gentle hills at the foot of the mountains, long and lean.
"Umm, yea. Maybe. My name is Will, I live across the street." I had to try really hard to look her in the eyes. She had an incredible body. I was almost scared to think about her since I was only in jogging shorts.
"Oh, yea granny told me all about you. The things you have done for her. Anyway I'm Stacey Reynolds. Gertrude is my grand mother." I could tell she really did know who I was, and she seemed happy. But her body language told me she was worried or upset about something. She kept looking passed me into the room.
"What is wrong with her? She seemed fine a few days ago."
"That is what we thought. Three days ago she was admitted to the hospital. It was nothing big but when she got out she got sick again. I was already packed up headed for college out west but I decided to come here and help granny instead. I just hope she will make it. She has been asleep for two days. The nurses say she is fine but....listen to me go on. I'm sure you have better things to do." Her eyes never left me, even when she spoke of Gertrude. It was a little flattering, but she was right, I did have better things to do.
"That is really ok. I wouldn't expect less. Gertrude has been like my granny too. I have been here alone for nearly four years. She always looked out for me since the day I moved in. She brought me a fresh baked, hot rhubarb pie. Always made sure I was well fed. She helped me get a job at the factory, gave me money when I was late on my bills. She even bought me some clothes on several occasions. Well it was nice to meet you Stacey but I do have work to get to, don't wanna be late on my first day. But tell you what, do you like Turkish food?"
"I have never had it."
"Well I will grab some on my way home. You are taking care of Gertrude, so I guess I owe you. Anyway, I guess I'll see you tonight." I headed for the door but as I started down the stairs I heard feet behind me. I stopped in the middle of the stairs as the footsteps caught up with me. I turned around to see Stacey running to catch up. She got to me in a few more steps and threw her arms around my neck. She gave me a kiss on the check before she leaned back with a sad smile. I placed my arms on the middle of her back. The mere touch of my hands on the bare skin of her back brought thick tears to her eyes. She dropped her head to my shoulder and her body almost went limp.
"It is so frustrating." My shoulder was getting wet from her tears. I picked her up enough to hold her in my arms and carried her down the stairs. The couch was free of any boxes, and I could vouch for how comfortable it was. I sat her down on the couch, but her arms were locked around me. I sat down with her and her head fell into my lap. "Why does all of this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? Why Will?"
