one potato, two potato, three potato, four

At grocery store in a small- too small a town, at times, that she calls home – she runs into her father’s girlfriend.

This is the woman who started up with her dad before he was finished with her mom.

This is the woman she called on the phone and begged   to let go of her dad. She sobbed and begged. She begged and sobbed. To which mistress said only “you don’t understand, we are soulmates”

Daughter needed to hang up in that moment as she felt violently ill.

But now 5 years later, in the produce section, she sees the woman who is now still living with her dad.

She did not move to say hello. She did not move.

She just stared with a thin line of a mouth as she put potatoes in a bag.

She did not realize until she got home that she had 22 large potatoes.

She lives alone and does like
like potatoes.

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4 thoughts on “one potato, two potato, three potato, four

  1. I love your stories Nancy. The one about the potatoes cracked me up.
    wink! wink! Thank God she wasn’t in the onion section….22 onions would have been a problem.

  2. ohhhh my heart!! but what a terrific and raw/relatable story, great post! 🙂

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