Matt Browning ran his hands through his short black hair as he waited for the old lady in the car in front to finally decide whether or not she wanted the parking space. This was, he mused, exactly what he had expected his first day back in Hammond's Cove to be like. After almost two years away nothing about his sleepy New England birthplace seemed to have changed. Well, he thought, watching a young couple go into a Starbucks across the road, maybe that hadn't been there when he was younger.
He grinned ruefully. The old lady had begun to reverse into the space at a snail-like speed, the old station wagon juddering with every minute tweak of the gas pedal. At twenty three he hadn't expected, or really hoped, to be back here. He'd left Hammond's Cove for College, concentrating on geography as his major, and had hoped that it would be the springboard to somewhere more exciting. His parents, a fisherman and a fisherman's wife, were Hammond's Cove born and bred. His brother Todd, too, was likewise a homebody. He'd left high school, found himself a job in the local hardware store, and solidly worked up the ranks till he owned the shop and the corresponding handyman business. Everyone knew Todd Browning was the man you called if your gutter leaked or your washing machine broke or...well...just about anything.
With a sudden, terrifying, lurch, the old lady finally pulled into the space and Matt was free to pull his small green Nissan into one on the opposite side of the road. It had, like many of the spaces, a little painted number on the tarmac. 21. His new shop. He stepped out, unfolding his six-foot frame and leaving his boxes and cases in the car for now, to survey the empty shop front. This wasn't what he had in mind, he had to admit, but finding out his father had cancer last month had meant coming home had suddenly shot up his priority list. He sighed. Well, with the internet these days, maybe he'd be just as good at making and selling maps and charts as he had been in his Chicago store. At least that early success had left him in pocket.
He turned back to the car, ready to unpack his belongings, when he spotted a familiar woman walking, with another girl, along the opposite sidewalk. It was Kenzie, his sister-in-law. He'd told his parents he was coming back for good two weeks ago, and texted Todd, but had only received a typically brief "K" from him. He had no idea if he'd told his wife or their little kids. Long conversations had not really been Todd's strong suit. Matt had sometimes found himself, a little unfairly, wondering how his brother had snagged such an amazingly gifted girl as McKenzie. He raised his hand to wave, shouting out "Hey Kenzie!", and then his eyes fell on her companion. A face he hadn't seen for a very long time. Keeley.
He grinned ruefully. The old lady had begun to reverse into the space at a snail-like speed, the old station wagon juddering with every minute tweak of the gas pedal. At twenty three he hadn't expected, or really hoped, to be back here. He'd left Hammond's Cove for College, concentrating on geography as his major, and had hoped that it would be the springboard to somewhere more exciting. His parents, a fisherman and a fisherman's wife, were Hammond's Cove born and bred. His brother Todd, too, was likewise a homebody. He'd left high school, found himself a job in the local hardware store, and solidly worked up the ranks till he owned the shop and the corresponding handyman business. Everyone knew Todd Browning was the man you called if your gutter leaked or your washing machine broke or...well...just about anything.
With a sudden, terrifying, lurch, the old lady finally pulled into the space and Matt was free to pull his small green Nissan into one on the opposite side of the road. It had, like many of the spaces, a little painted number on the tarmac. 21. His new shop. He stepped out, unfolding his six-foot frame and leaving his boxes and cases in the car for now, to survey the empty shop front. This wasn't what he had in mind, he had to admit, but finding out his father had cancer last month had meant coming home had suddenly shot up his priority list. He sighed. Well, with the internet these days, maybe he'd be just as good at making and selling maps and charts as he had been in his Chicago store. At least that early success had left him in pocket.
He turned back to the car, ready to unpack his belongings, when he spotted a familiar woman walking, with another girl, along the opposite sidewalk. It was Kenzie, his sister-in-law. He'd told his parents he was coming back for good two weeks ago, and texted Todd, but had only received a typically brief "K" from him. He had no idea if he'd told his wife or their little kids. Long conversations had not really been Todd's strong suit. Matt had sometimes found himself, a little unfairly, wondering how his brother had snagged such an amazingly gifted girl as McKenzie. He raised his hand to wave, shouting out "Hey Kenzie!", and then his eyes fell on her companion. A face he hadn't seen for a very long time. Keeley.