A Maid Family

week at the school), I then extracted the two page double spaced letter
and looked at the address she had written on the last page hoping
against all hope that it was the wrong address at which point I then
looked one more time at the painted numbers on the old mailbox (which
looked to be a hundred years old if it was a day) and then at the name
of the street (which sat atop of the rusted old pole) which was then
that I once more looked up at the beat up old house sitting on the hill
(with what looked to be about two miles of tree lined driveway in front
of it) as I wondered what in Gods name had possessed dad ( the best real
estate agent in Western Massachusetts) to buy this piece of shit! which
looked to me to be a hundred and ninety years old if it was a day!

But then again having received just four stinking letters from him (one
of which contained a hundred dollar bill for my Christmas present) in
better than a year and a half, how in the hell was I to have known that
dad had gone nuts and sold our old house nevermind knowing he had bought
this...place? anyway seeing no other option I carefully put away the
letter, picked up my two bags, then I began hiking up the old gravel
driveway so I could (at least) get out of the cold November wind that
came from out of nowhere and which seemed to me to be worse than the
weather I had just left in Maine !

I suppose I noticed the first of the changes after walking about three
hundred yards or so up the mostly dead and dying tree lined driveway,
which was when the weed choked gravel under my shoes suddenly turned
into freshly paved asphalt under my feet at which point I then received
an even biggger shock when the trees next to me suddenly had bright
green leaves on their branchs instead of the faded brown leaves of fall,
which was when I then noticed that I was burning up in my winter jacket,
as it went from the thirty five degrees of November that I had been in
to something like ninety five degrees of humid a July day!