Lindsay is not at all like her mom – Friday Fiction
Lindsay is not at all like her mom. Bethany was a practical woman
who looked at life and saw it for exactly what it was. At the end of each
day Bethany packed her troubles into a closet of forgetfulness, and the
next morning she awoke to a new day and another chance at happiness.
Lindsay, well, she’s another story.
After her breakup with Phillip, she moved through the days like a
person without reason to live. Tuesday through Saturday she left her
apartment at the same time, stopped at the same Starbucks and worked at
the bookstore from nine until six-thirty. Day after day she returned home
carrying an armload of books. In the evening she read until her eyes were
weary; then, when the words grew fuzzy and sentences ran together,
she’d close the book and go to bed. On Mondays when she didn’t go to
work, she cleaned the apartment then went right back to reading.
You might think that after centuries of dealing with humans I would
be accustomed to their peculiarities, but certain ones, like Lindsay, still
boggle my mind. The end of a love affair is always cause for a certain
amount of despondency, but this girl carried it to the extreme.
While she was at the bookstore Lindsay spent most of her time
meandering from aisle to aisle, looking for books that had nothing to do
with love. She avoided the romance section and took to browsing the
exotic cuisine and travel shelves, even though she had little appetite and
nowhere to go. One evening as she staggered in with an unusually large
armload of books, Walker, the building doorman, lifted several from the
top of the pile and followed her to the elevator.
“Thanks, Walker,” she said. “I think they were about to fall.”
He nodded. “Seems you’re doing a lot of reading these days.”
“I am,” she replied. “It helps to pass the time.”
“Pass the time?” He set his pile of books down on the foyer bench,
then took the remaining books from her arms and placed them beside the
first pile. “Why would a girl pretty as you need books to pass the time?”