Wendell Holms looked out into the darkened street. It had been such a long time since he’d been home that it was pretty much of a shock to him to see that his mother had managed to keep his room pretty much in the same state as it had been when he’d left for college a decade earlier.
He had gotten through college, and then managed for a time to have somewhat of a loving relationship with his college sweetheart, but the romance and subsequent marriage was rocky, and despite both of their best efforts, the Holms’ were at the door of the divorce court within two years. Their parting was amicable, and they had left each other in a state of fairly good grace. He’d packed up a u-haul it and the rest of his car with his belongings, and hauled ass out of state, back home to where his parents lived.
His mother, Anna had welcomed him home with opened arms, embracing her son in an almost rib crunching clutch.
“Oh, Wendell.” Anna had looked at her only begotten son with a sad look upon her face. “She wasn’t right for you anyway. It’s good that you got away from her when you did.”
Wendell nodded, he’d heard all of that before and wasn’t sure how to take it, so he’d just nodded his head, and let his mother carry on, he was aware that she’d never liked Cheryl. “I know ma, I know. Do you mind if I lay down for a little bit?”
“Not at all, my poor boy, you probably are tired from all of the hassle from the divorce. The rest will do you good.” Anna directed Wendell into his old room, and he laughed slightly to realize that she’d changed little to nothing in the room.
He carefully pulled off his soiled clothes, promising himself that he would take a shower as soon as he got up. He pulled the covers over himself and fell fast asleep.
Hours passed, and Wendell finally awoke, he wasn’t quite sure what time that it was, all that he did know was that his stomach was growling, it HAD been a while since he’d had anything to eat, and this was the best time as any for him to go and get something.
