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An Editorial Intermission – The Old Mill

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(This is an editorial break in the series The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Lyndsey 2 (Part1).  The Table of Contents is here)

I have to pause the story for a moment.  As you know, this is a rough draft, and at the beginning I posted as I wrote, sometimes posting within minutes of writing the last word.  Of course there were times that I realized that I needed to go back and edit.  I did change a few little things in the posted chapters, but I’ll wait for the next draft for most of the changes.  In the mean time, I found that I need to talk a little bit about Gill and Lyndsey so you can understand some of what happens as we go on.  Over the course of their conversations they talked about their jobs (or at least they are going to have these conversations when I do the next big off-line edit of earlier chapters).  Here is a just a quick description of what you missed (because I’m adding it to earlier chapters offline and it isn’t part of what you read):

Gill is a first level manager/supervisor for a team of software developers at a mid-size software firm, LMDF (don’t ask me what it stands for 😉).  The seven developers under him each have between one and four projects, depending on size and complexity.  There is a pool of around 35 coders/programmers that work on the projects.  There are four others at Gill’s level.  His manager, Kunhal, is coming up on retirement and Gill has been shadowing him and will most likely take his place.  Three of his developers are local (Nashua), the other two are at a remote location in Brattleboro, VT.  The other two work remotely.  The actual coders are all over the world, though many are based out of the Nashua or Brattleboro offices.  Most of his time is spent doing administrative work, but he works with each team (seven developers) once a week using teleconferencing (videoconferencing) technology.  He also likes to sit in on a SCRUM meeting with each development team at least every other week. Continue reading

Lyndsey 2 (Part 1) – The Old Mill

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(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Sean (Part 2).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note – this is part 1 of a two part chapter.)

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I took my eyes off of the road for a second to glance at Lyndsey.  Her face was slightly illuminated in the dark by the dashboard lights.  A surge of emotion ripped through my body, feelings I hadn’t felt since the early days of my relationship with Becky, almost 15 years in the past.  My right hand slipped off of the steering wheel and onto Lyndsey’s thigh.  I could see the smile out of the corner of my eye.  She put her own right hand on mine and caressed it while threading her left arm under my arm and putting her left hand onto my thigh.  Her left hand lightly squeezed my thigh in rhythm to the music.

“Oh, this used to be one of Jess’ favorites,” she said as a new song came on the radio.  She hummed along for a minute.  “Thinking of Jess.  I was met her for breakfast this morning and she was the old Jess.  I always wonder why sometimes she is so, well, present, and other times it’s like, well…”

“It’s like someone pretending to be Jess,” I said.

“Exactly!  It’s like someone going through the motions of being Jess so that nobody would know that it isn’t her.”

“I have a theory about that.”

“Ha!  I knew it.  Does it have something to do with Martha or the Goode mansion?”

“Uhm, yes.” Continue reading

Sean (Part 2) – The Old Mill

(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Sean (Part 1).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note – this is part 2 of a two part chapter.  Part 1)

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A hand fell heavily on my shoulder.

“Hey Gill, having trouble finding them?”  It was Bill’s voice.

I was looking into an empty black space, no people were visible, no woman and no children.  I turned to look at Bill.  There was only him there, no other men.

“Uhm yeah, Bill.  Coming in from the bright outside my eyes just didn’t want to adjust.  I’m still a bit blinded.”

“Here they are.”

Several garden rakes, a hoe, a spade and a yard rake were leaning against the wall just inside of the entrance to the main building.

“Oh, I must have walk right past them.  No wonder I didn’t see them.  I was looking over there.”  I pointed past were the woman and children had been, into the dark far corner of the building.

“Here, I’ll grab a couple,” he said.  “You take the rest.  Let’s go, the air in here is unhealthy.” Continue reading

Sean (Part 1) – The Old Mill

Old Mill on two Rivers

(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Bill Wallace.  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note – this is part 1 of a two part chapter)

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Bill pulled into my driveway at almost exactly 8:30. I was out of the door before his truck came to a stop.  I climbed in and set my travel mug next to his.

He almost immediately started talking about a neighbor of his that I didn’t know very well.  It was typical small town gossip and complaints.  He had barely gotten out of my drive before I picked up my mug and sipped my coffee, just nodding at the appropriate places and saying, “A-huh,” when needed.  I only half noticed that we were headed up to Amesbury Center until we turned to take the road that avoids the main village.

“We’re going to the Goode Mansion, aren’t we?” I asked.

Bill smiled.  “Ay-yup.”

I had wondered why he asked me to come with him; now I knew. Continue reading

Bill Wallace (The Old Mill)

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(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Jessica (2) (Part 2).  The Table of Contents is here)

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“Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace, for having me over for dinner,” I said as we sat down to eat.

“What, are my mom and dad here?” Mr. Wallace said.  He glanced around, as if his elderly parents were hiding someplace in his house.  Then he looked sternly at me.  “How long have I known you, Gill?  Maybe 20 years?  I’m Bill and this is Nancy, OK?  20 years.  That’s a long time.  Yeah, I remember back then, Jess talking about you…”

“Bill…”

“…all of the time and Nancy and I wondering who you were.  Finally, Jess introduced us.  It was good to meet you.  I really thought you guys would get married…”

“Bill!”

“…and was surprised when her talk about you changed.  Back then I wouldn’t have minded you as a son in law…”

“Bill!”

“…and it certainly would have been better than what we ended up with.”

“Bill…”

“Of course, here it is, 20 years later and I might just get you as a son and law yet.  And I’d be proud to call….”

“William!”

“OK, OK, I’ll quit embarrassing our guest and our daughter.”  I looked over at Lyndsey.  She was blushing brighter than I was, but she winked at me when she saw my look.  I knew she was reminding me that she had warned me.  “I don’t understand what’s wrong, anyway.  Guys like plain talk, don’t we Gill?” Continue reading

Jessica (2) (Part 2)

(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Jessica (2) (Part 1).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note 2 – I split this chapter in half to make for shorter reading.  This is the second half.)

After Jessica left, I had a quick dinner and then took a walk.  Walking always helps me think things through and clear my mind.  After that conversation with Jessica, I certainly needed to clear my mind.  I had been avoiding School Street since the first time I ran into Mrs. Adams and so, as usual, I stayed out of the residential section and walked into the village.  Main Street is always empty after 5 PM, so i had the village to myself.

“Hello Gill.”

I turned around.  Izle was coming up behind me.

“How are you doing this evening?” I asked.

“Fine.  Are you OK?  I saw you go in the mill with that woman.  Let me look at you.”

Izle squinted and slowly scanned me from head to toe.  I had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt, but I could only think of Jessica’s once over when I first saw her that afternoon.  Yet Izle was not flirting or being sexual at all.  There was something else.  It was like she was trying to see inside of me.

“Look at me,” she said.  Her voice was forceful, unlike I’d ever heard it before.

I looked and her eyes grew big as she stared into mine.  I had never noticed it, but her eyes were odd, almost purple in color, and had a strange fire.  I turned away after a few seconds.

“Good, you’re OK.  I was worried.” Continue reading

Jessica (2) (Part 1) – The Old Mill

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(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Amy (part 2).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note 2 – I split this chapter in half to make for shorter reading.  This is the first half.)

When I pulled into my driveway after work on Thursday I found Jessica’s truck waiting.  I got out and walked to the back yard where she was surveying the area reserved for the vegetable garden.  Truthfully, it would have been cheaper for me to buy from a farmers’ market than paying for Jessica to help me, but I liked to feel that I was at least trying to do it myself.

“Hey Jessica,” I said as I walked up.

“Hi lover,” she said.  “You sure look sexy in those pants and your tie.  The way you have it loosened and the top button undone makes me want to open up all of the others.  One by one.  Real slow.”

“You know, you’ll have to stop saying things like that if I am going to become your brother.  Not that I am.  Let’s back up, I’m not saying I am, but…”

“You are too, even if I have to hold the shotgun myself.  And it wouldn’t be like you were my brother-brother, so we could still…”

“Don’t even go there.  Besides, I’ve only had one date with Lyndsey, so it isn’t like we’re engaged or anything.”

“But you do talk to her every night, don’t you?  I thought that was what she told me.”

“Something like that.  Anyway, about my yard….”

“Yeah, yeah, your boring old yard.  Let’s go check out your bed, lover.  I should say your flower bed.  I picked up some things when I ran into town yesterday.  I think they’ll be perfect.” Continue reading

Amy (Part 2) – The Old Mill

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(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Amy (part 1).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note 2 – I split this chapter in half to make for shorter reading.  This is the second half.  The first half is here. )

“Hey Gill.”

“Hi Lyndsey.  How are you doing?”  I’d been home a couple of hours and had just finished eating dinner.  The call wasn’t unexpected.

“Good.  It was a busy day, as always, but good.  How about you?”

“Work was busy.  I had go into the office again today and will tomorrow too.  But the big thing about today is who I bumped into.”

“Don’t tell me that the Adams lady is hitting on you again.  Or is it Martha this time?”

“No, no, nothing like that.  I saw Amy Lancing.  Actually, not Lancing any more, but…”

“Oh wow, I don’t think I’ve seen her since Jess’ wedding.  How is she?  You say she’s married?  Details!  Husband’s name, last name, how many kids?  How old? Where does she work?  I need details!”

“Sorry, I didn’t get many. I know she has kids, she does work, though not this week, is married, but not many details, you see…”

“Yeah, I forgot, you’re a guy.  You either miss that type of stuff or forget to ask.”

“Actually, we had more important things to talk about.  Her father, Bill, was seriously injured in an accident over the weekend.  He’s in ICU.”

“Oh my God, that’s awful!  I’m sorry I was being so shallow when I was teasing you.  How is she holding up?  And her mom, how’s Linda?” Continue reading

Amy (Part 1) – The Old Mill

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(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  The Library (part 2).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note 2 – I split this chapter in half to make for shorter reading.  This is the first half )

I noticed the lady looking at me.  I moved a little and sure enough, her eyes were following me.   I couldn’t but help think of Lyndsey.

“No, Lyndsey,” I said to myself.  “She’s not flirting with me.”

She wasn’t really, but she was watching me very closely, her eyes following me around the store.

It was one of those weeks that I had to go into the office almost every day, which to me was tiring.  And that didn’t count the over an hour drive in each direction.  On Wednesday I stopped off at one of the big stores on my way home.  Since I don’t make it into town often, I try to take advantage of it.  Usually I just pop into a few stores on 101 A and leave right away, but I couldn’t find what I was looking for.  And then there was that mysterious lady, who wasn’t flirting with me, just watching me very intently.  I tried to ignore her.  I focused on the shelf in front of me, not seeing her at all.

“Hello.  Mr. Baxter?”  The lady had come over to me.  Up close she was slightly familiar.

“Are you a telemarketer?  They’re the only ones that call me that,” I said.

“Oh, hi Mr. Baxter!” she said with a big grin.  “You may not remember me.  I’m your old neighbor, Amy, uhm, you would know me by Amy Lancing.” Continue reading