Ms. Trist

Kathey Trist sighed as she adjusted the teacups one last time. She hadn't done this in over fifty years. Of course, she couldn't let the children know that as she appeared to be in her twenties. She glanced at the clock on the messy mantel. 10:15. Fifteen minutes till they arrived. She fell back on the rough couch letting out a huge breath of air. She hoped this would go well. She wasn't sure what she would do if it didn't. She couldn't ask for help, she had lost that option when she, no she wasn't going to think about that. At least not right now. She'd make it right someday. Standing, Kathey walked to the floor-length mirror next to the fireplace. She straightened her shirt and smoothed her hair trying to keep herself busy. Reaching up to the mantle to grab a hair clip some pieces of paper caught her eye. She picked them up instead and scanned them quickly. They were notes she had written for herself when she'd scheduled this meeting. Her lips curled into a smile as she read them. She had made it sound like it would be so easy. But who knew, maybe it would be.


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