My name is Ed Aronhalt. I’m fifty-eight years old and lost my wife three years ago to cancer. Mary was a very overweight woman and always called herself fat; I always preferred the term chubby even though she weighed well over two hundred pounds. We had a great life together with two wonderful caring daughters who are now married with families of their own.
I’ll start back when Mary and I first met. It was in the fall shortly after graduation from high school. I need to tell you why we never dated during high school. I was about as far from a good looking guy as you could get. I stood six foot four inches tall and only weighed a hundred fifty pounds.
I was lanky and no good at sports. Everyone pretty much called me the tall, skinny kid. I was somewhat of a loner except for a couple of geek friends of mine. The shower room was my enemy. I was often laughed at or made fun of. You see, my cock was different from all the other guys.
The length was rather normal at six inches hard but the girth was way out of proportion to every one else’s. The guys often laughed at me and said their wasn’t any girls that they knew that could take a cock that fat. I’d have to go to prostitutes if I want sex and they might even reject me.
To give you some sort of an idea, the girth was so big my hand could barely go around it when I got a hard on. I did go on a couple of dates and neither girl would have sex with me. They said it would rip them apart. To be nice, they jacked me off but it took both of their hands.
If they made a fist, my cock was about the same size except longer. One girl, Sheila, was known as the school slut and asked me out when she found out about my cock. She was curious when she heard about my cock and was surprised when she saw it.
After getting hard I pressed it against her pussy and got about half the head in when she told me to pull out. There was no way she could take it; it hurt too much. After that episode I went to a whorehouse and found a woman who could take it.
She was extremely overweight and for some reason it made her pussy plumper and more elastic which was able to take my cock. I felt so good when I was able to come inside a woman.
After that I went to a couple of prostitutes but they were always the heavy or fat ones. They seemed to be the only ones that could take me. So I guess you can say I had a fat fetish. When I saw an overweight woman I knew I’d found someone who might be able to handle me.
I worked in a auto plant on an assembly line. Thanks to my father I got the job out of high school. I was a good worker and put away most of my money. One of the guys on the line invited me to his Halloween party one year.
I put on a cowboy hat, boots and a vest along with a toy gun. I’d never been invited to a party before but was having a nice time. There was a short chubby women who was dressed as a cowgirl, only she wore jeans instead of a skirt.
Because of my preference for heavy women, I went to talk to her. I must admit we looked terrible together. Here I was a tall skinny rail and Mary wasn’t even five foot two and way overweight. We were like the two people at the party that other people didn’t care to hang with. Mary had come with a girlfriend from work. As soon as they had arrived at the party, her friend was out on the floor dancing.
Mary and I danced one dance together but we looked ridiculous and knew it. We sat back down and laughed about it. We talked and Mary said she was always fat and I would keep interrupting her and say ‘chubby’. It made her smile.
She asked me why I was even talking to her and I told her I preferred heavier women. She looked at me kind of funny and asked me if I was a pervert. I must have stared at her for thirty seconds before answering. I told her the truth and she laughed.
“You can’t be that big?” she said. She seemed interested, or at least I hoped she was.
“I’m afraid so. I’ve found that fatter, I mean chubbier women are the only ones that can take it. I’m not being obnoxious but trying to be honest with you. Since I told you about my sex life, do I get to hear anything about yours?”
Mary was two years older than I was so I figured she must have had sex before.
She looked hard at me before answering. “To be honest, I’ve only been with a few guys and didn’t get much out of it. I never could figure out why my girlfriends thought it was so great. I’ve never had an orgasm like my friends say they get. So, it must just not be for me.”
“Mary, would you like to leave this party? No one even knows we’re here anyway. I have an apartment about a mile from here and we can talk or whatever.”
We both knew exactly what I was asking. I think Mary was interested in seeing my appendage and I was hoping it would fit. She said “Yes” and told her girlfriend that she would see her at work on Monday.
When we got to my apartment I asked Mary if she wanted a drink and she said, “No, we both know why we’re here. I want to see this thing that most women can’t seem to handle.” I was beginning to think that Mary didn’t believe me and needed to see for herself.
We went into my bedroom and I began unbuttoning Mary’s blouse. She stopped me and said she wanted to see it first before she would commit to having sex with me.
I slipped off my pants and she saw my cock starting to get hard. “My God, how big does that thing get?” she asked.
“It get’s wider with a little help but not much longer.”
Mary dropped to her knees and took my cock in both hands and began jacking me off. She leaned over and kissed the head of my cock. “I’m willing to try it, Ed,” said Mary.
She kissed the head some more and jacked me with her hands. After standing up we both stripped off our clothing. With both of us naked, I bet we really looked like the odd couple. Mary’s stomach reminded me of the Michelin man.
I could see her pussy and it was quite hairy. She lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. I took my cock in my hand and kept rubbing it back and forth across her pussy opening. Every time I pushed against her pussy it would open a little and seemed to get wetter.
I was rock hard now and Mary said, “Try to put it in me Ed, please.”
I first patted her pussy and it seemed to get plumper. She was breathing hard as I pushed my cock against her pussy opening. The head slid in; it felt so hot and good. I stopped for a few seconds so Mary could get used to it. All of a sudden she started having an orgasm.
“My God, I’ve never felt like this before! Give me more, Ed. I want more of your cock in me!” Mary lifted her hips to emphasize her point.
I pushed another couple of inches into her and began pumping. She was still in an orgasmic state. Her pussy was getting wetter and looser and I was able to push the rest of my cock into her. This went on for a good ten minutes when I felt myself getting ready to come.
It was then I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom. I asked Mary and she said she wanted me to come in her and I did with a mighty blast, then a second and a third. Mary and I were both yelling how good it felt. I held my cock in her for another five minutes before pulling out.
I rolled off her and lay next to her. She smiled at me and said she had never felt anything like that in her entire life. This was the beginning of our relationship.
Mary spent the night and most every weekend after that. When we were in public we knew people laughed at us behind our backs but we didn’t care. We knew we had something very special. Besides, we were both somewhat outcasts and out of the mainstream at least in our looks. We had so much more in common like movies, we liked the same foods, art festivals and museums, among other things.
Three months had gone by and I knew I wanted Mary in my life forever. I asked her to marry me and she began to cry. She told me that they were tears of joy. You see, she was about to tell me she was pregnant and was wondering how I would take it.
Our families were happy for us. Even though we were different they also knew we had something special together.
Life was good to us. We had two daughters and they were both beautiful. Even though people never said it, we believe they thought we adopted the girls. They were just over two years apart and got along good together.
They both excelled in school and went on to college, each getting a nursing degrees and marrying men in the medical field. They all moved to the city where more jobs were available. We did see them every couple of weeks. We would go visit them or they would come see us.
We had four grandchildren over the years which we were also proud of. That was one of the reasons for going to see everyone. We missed our grandkids. Then they grew up and once they were teenagers we didn’t see them quite as often.
At home we lived somewhat of a charmed life. Everything was good and we had many friends. They always called us the odd couple but they meant it in jest. We loved our life and each other. I worked and put money away so I could retire early and we could travel someday.
Mary worked her whole life till she got sick when she was in her fifties. She went on disability but only lived for six months afterwards. The day she died was the worst day of my life.
I had retired early do to a plant closing. I did it so I could be home with Mary. I could have transferred to another plant but chose not to. Being with Mary was all I cared about. Now that she was gone I wasn’t sure what I would do.
My daughters Brenda and Cindy took a week off work after the funeral to help me get their mom’s things in order. I told them to take whatever they wanted of her things because they wouldn’t do me any good.
They did take her jewelry and a lot of the photos and other things they could use. I also let them have Mary’s collection of books. She had dozen of the love stories that women read. They told me that because of mom being so heavy that I might want to donate her clothing to Good Will.
After they left I put their mothers clothing in boxes and stored them in the guest bedroom closet. I figured I’d wait and give the clothes away later. Mary always paid a lot for her clothing. She might have been chubby but she always did her best to look nice. The girls did take over a dozen pair of their mothers shoes.
The house didn’t look much different after the girls left. I wasn’t all that messy and would get a woman in once or twice a week to keep the place clean. Mary always insisted on a clean house.
Life was quite different for me after Mary’s death. I visited a few friends but it wasn’t the same without Mary. I spent more and more time at home. The girls called me every week to check on me. I told them I was fine. They even suggested I go out with female friends. I knew they were worried about me.
Everybody and his brother tried to fix me up with dates. The problem was even though I was fifty-eight I didn’t care about dating women my age. With Mary it was different. We were in love and had grown up together, but just going out with an older woman didn’t appeal to me.
I did try and respected the few women that I went out with. I couldn’t believe that my cock was still too big for the slimmer ladies. Some wouldn’t even try but I knew they were more interested in my financial situation than having a love life.
A couple of very heavy women that knew my wife said that Mary had told them what great sex we had and how big my cock was. I honestly never knew that she had ever mentioned it to her friends. I used to think that they were flirting with me like friends do, but didn’t realize it might have meant more.
They offered to have sex with me but they were married and I refused to have sex with a married woman. I did go to a younger overweight prostitute for my needs. Even with her the love and caring was missing. The feeling of being wanted and needed wasn’t there.
I decided I needed a change. I bought a camper and thought I’d travel out West. Mary and I had planned on doing that, but never had the chance. I made a deal with my neighbors to take care of my house. I wasn’t sure how long I would be gone.
I headed west and stayed in different trailer parks for a week or so at a time while touring. I was enjoying myself seeing all the different sights but wished I had someone to share it all with.
I pulled into one park named ‘Swinging Springs RV Park’. It cost a bit more than some of the other parks but I was only planning on staying a couple of days before moving on.
As I paid my fee I was handed a brochure on the activities for the next few days. I was surprised to find out they were having a Halloween Party for the park guests. I walked through the park and noticed that most of the other guests seemed to be in their thirties and forties. Most parks I’ve been staying at had older people more my age.
Everyone seemed polite enough but for some reason I felt a bit out of place. The next day, which was the day of the Halloween party, a number of people were checking in. Most all the spots had been reserved because of the party.
I talked to one of the couples who told me that everyone needed a costume to get into the party; it was a requirement. He then said, “Keeping it on after going in was another story.” That’s when I found out it was a swingers party.
I wasn’t sure what to do. Then I thought, what the heck. I was an adult; like most men I’d wondered about things like this. I decided to attend.
I unhooked my camper and drove to the nearest town which luckily was only five miles away. I went in the store and bought myself a cowboy hat, vest and cowboy boots. They didn’t have any toy guns but I did buy a big belt buckle and a Bowie knife with a sheaf. I thought I looked pretty good. It reminded me of the way I dressed at the party where I met Mary.
Of course that hadn’t been a swinger party so I had no idea what to expect at this one. I had walked through the recreation hall, where they would hold the party, earlier and saw that it was all decorated for Halloween and had a number of cubicles with couches and mattresses in them. I couldn’t help getting a little excited. For a little while I watched as people entered and noticed it was mostly couples. I took a deep breath and walked over.
The cost was forty dollars a couple. I was alone but it still cost me forty dollars. I had invested a lot to come to this party, I sure hoped it was worth it. The food, mostly finger foods, was included. Sodas and water was free but alcoholic drinks cost three dollars each.
This was something I never would have done if Mary was still alive. I wouldn’t have been big on sharing her. Now I was alone and entering a party for swingers. I had no idea what to expect.
I bought a beer and sat down and watched the people. Some costumes were really thought out. A lot of women dressed like prostitutes, men like pimps. I didn’t notice many older people, my age. As I mentioned earlier, most seemed to be in their thirties and early forties. A few could have been in their twenties. It was hard to tell because of the costumes.
I talked to a number of couples who all seemed nice but I think they felt I was a bit too old, even though they treated me nicely. The music started and the dancing began. I didn’t ask anyone to dance. I was still lanky and wasn’t the best on my feet. Mary and I never danced much because of the difference in our size.
A young couple caught my eye. The man was around thirty and dressed like a pirate. He stood maybe 5′ 9″ and was a bit on the skinny side like myself. What really caught my eye was the woman he was with.
It was déjà vu all over again. She looked just like my Mary had when she was in her twenties. She had long brunette hair just like Mary and was quite overweight and dressed as a cowgirl. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I did notice that she didn’t seem happy as her partner left her and went to one of the women dressed as a prostitute.
The cowgirl lady sat down and I couldn’t help myself. I got up to sit next to her. “Hello, my name’s Ed,” I said to her.
She looked at me with a slight smile and said, “Hi, I’m Marie. Pleased to meet you.”
I couldn’t believe it. She was a spitting image of Mary and her name was Marie. “I’m sorry for staring but you remind me so much of my late wife. She passed away a few yeas ago.”
“I’m sorry to her that. Where are you from?”
“Ohio, I decided to just go away for a couple of months and see some of the sites in other states.”
“I’ve lived my whole life around here. I wish I could live like that. You know, see something besides this town. I doubt it will ever happen,” she said softly.
“Is the pirate your husband? I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
She sort of laughed. “No, he’s the father of my daughter. It’s a long story; I won’t bore you with it.”
I thought I’d drop it for now and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted and we went and got a table, some snacks and the drinks. We sat there and talked for quite awhile. I felt like I was getting attached a little to her. She was so much like my late Mary.
Her boyfriend or whatever was out feeling up any woman who would let him. All the while he didn’t as much as come over to talk to Marie. I asked her what she was doing here at a swingers party. Her eyes began to tear up and she decided to tell me her story.
I was always heavy and came from a rather poor home. I have one sister who is two years older than me. She got married at nineteen to get out of our house. She now has two kids and lives in the trailer park down the road a couple of miles. At least she and her husband are happy.
My parents were heavy drinkers and Rachel, my sister and I had to take care of the house, laundry, cook the dinner and basically take care of our parents. Rachel couldn’t take it anymore, got married and moved out.
That made it even harder on me. I did graduate from high school and worked at the corner grocery store. That’s where I met Joe about a year ago. I had never been with a man and Joe acted like he really cared for me. He has a trailer in the same park as Rachel. I went to his trailer and we had sex.
Needless to say I got pregnant and when my parents found out they kicked me out. I told Joe and he said I could live in his trailer but said he wasn’t going to marry me. He also said I had to do whatever he told me to do.
I was scared and had nowhere to go, so I agreed. He would always call me a fat ass and invite his drunk friends over to have sex with me. I didn’t want to do it but there weren’t a lot of choices out there for me.
Rachel tried to help me all she could but there wasn’t a lot she could do. After the baby was born she would watch Trina for me while I went back to work at the store. Joe took my money; he said it was to help pay my expenses. He never claimed the baby was his and I couldn’t afford a paternity test for proof.
I wish I could get off this merry-go-round but don’t know how to do it. I’m afraid if I don’t do what Joe says, he’ll kick Trina and me out. Trina is six months old and I don’t want her living in this kind of situation, but I don’t know what to do.
Marie started crying.
For a lot of reasons I felt sorry for Marie. I know her looking so much like Mary was part of it, but I also had daughters. If a man treated them the way Joe treated Marie, I’d kill him. I knew I just couldn’t walk away; I had to do something to help her.
After I got Marie smiling again and told her everything would be all right, Joe showed up with a black couple, probably in their forties.
“Marie, you go with Amos and I’ll be with his wife Shantille. This will be your first time with a black guy. That should make you happy since that kid stretched out your pussy.” He laughed at Marie and she looked worried. The black couple just stood there.
“Excuse me, Joe isn’t it? I’m sorry but Marie is with me tonight. I suggest you go elsewhere to find a woman for your friends.”
“Who the fuck are you, Grandpa? Marie came with me and will do exactly what I tell her,” replied Joe.
I stood up. Even though I was lanky I stood five inches taller than Joe. “Look you asshole! I said she is with me. In fact I’ll be taking her home. I suggest you get the hell out of here before I kick your ass.”
Joe looked over at Marie. “You dumb cunt! Let’s see you make it on your own, you fat whore.”
I put my hand on my Bowie knife.
I got ready to grab it when Amos stepped between us. “Guys, I think it would be best if we all went our own way.” He looked over at Marie who was crying. “I’m sorry Miss, Joe was out of line to call you names in front of others.” Joe had already walked away and Amos and Shantille turned and walked away also.
Instead of leaving, I told Marie we would play some of the party games. We tried passing an apple without using your hands, a pumpkin carving contest and a couple of other things. Later they were having adult game like musical chairs. Marie and I left before that part of the entertainment started.
We saw Joe fucking Shantille in one of the cubicles. I thought about going and beating the shit out of him but Marie asked me to not cause any more trouble. He wasn’t worth it and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do now.
She was sad and confused; she wanted out of the relationship and away from Joe but wasn’t sure what her options were. She was surprised when I told her I would help her.
“Why would you do that? You don’t know anything about me.”
“It’s the way I feel. I could never leave you and your child stranded with no where to turn. Come to my trailer and we’ll talk. I promise you it will just be talk. I feel somewhat responsible for tonight and I want to help.”
We went to the trailer and talked. I asked her if she would take the next couple of weeks and travel with me. She said she couldn’t because of her daughter Trina. I smiled and told her we would take Trina with us.
She looked shocked. I said to her, “I understand in this day and age that there is a lot of creepy shit going on. Please, I have no intention of hurting you in anyway. I just feel you need to get away and this would be a good time. Please think about it. If you want to go, we’ll go by your sister’s tomorrow and pick up Trina. Right now we could use some sleep.
I opened up the second mattress and we both rested on separate beds. This wasn’t exactly what I expected when I woke up this morning.
In the morning our heads were a little clearer. We headed out of the trailer park. She saw Joe’s pop-up tent and then told me she was going to go with me for a couple of weeks. How much worse could it get? She had no life and was being used by Joe. A couple of weeks away would be a godsend.
I met her sister, Rachel, who wasn’t sure about Marie leaving with me. She told Marie I seemed like a nice older man but she might be jumping out of the hot skillet and into the fire. I did my best to assure her that I had no intention of hurting Marie or Trina in any way.
I had to wonder myself what was I getting into. A young woman and a baby, Christ, I hoped I wasn’t making a gigantic mistake. Was I thinking with my heart instead of my head?
Since Joe wasn’t home Marie was able to retrieve most of her and Trina’s things. She didn’t have much; it was rather sad. I gave Rachel my phone number and told her that Marie would call her every day. I wanted both women to be okay about the situation.
While Marie and Rachel were gathering her things I was holding Trina. She was a sweet little girl and smiled at me. I kept asking myself what I was doing but my heart kept telling me I was doing the right thing.
Rachel asked what she should say to Joe if he stopped by. Marie told her to tell her husband Ray to shoot him. They both laughed as we drove away. I asked Marie if she wanted to stop by the store to let them know she was taking some time off.
She looked at me and said, “Joe’s brother owns the store. He’ll find out soon enough.”
It was different having someone beside me to talk to as we drove along. It was nice and a lot more enjoyable. Trina was a doll baby, you couldn’t help loving her. I had to wonder how many other women like Marie were out there being used and abused.
We became closer and closer over the next couple of weeks. We saw the Hoover Dam, Grand Canyon as well as many other places. We even drove around Las Vegas and played a couple of slot machines. One evening while we set up camp Marie told me this was the nicest time she could remember and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
You have to understand up to this point we had never had any sexual contact in anyway. It was just a joy to have her and Trina along. We were going to be heading back the next day.
Marie asked me “Where do we go from here?”
“Well, I have a suggestion. I can take you back to your sister’s place or you can come home with me. Before you answer I want to tell you I’ve given this a lot of thought.
“I own a three-bedroom home. I could use a housekeeper and cook. You can have your own room with Trina. We’ll buy her a bed. I’ll pay you a hundred dollars a week plus room and board.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? You hardly know me.”
“It’s completely up to you. You can leave at anytime if you’re not comfortable,” I responded.
“Ed, over the last couple of weeks I have grown to really care for you and I know that Trina loves you. Are you doing this because I look like your wife?”
“At first it shocked me but you both have your own personalities. I can’t say that I don’t think of Mary at times when I look at you. But I’m not crazy and I know you’re not her. You’re a young lady with a child who could use a little help. Please say you’ll come with me.”
“We need to discuss something else, Ed. You have been the perfect gentleman but yet we met at a swingers’ party. You’ve never made any moves towards me. Do you not like me because I’m fat? I just need to know.”
“Marie, Marie, Marie! No! Your chubbiness has nothing to do with not trying to initiate sex with you. Mary was even a bit heavier than you and I loved her dearly. To be honest with you, I was more concerned about your age. You’re much younger than me and I didn’t think you’d want to be with me.
“The other reason is my appendage is quite large and I don’t know if you could even do it with me. The last thing I would want to do is hurt you in anyway.”
Marie smiled at me. “I’ll put Trina to bed and let’s see how big this appendage is. I may be fat but I still like sex. I just haven’t found the person that I can enjoy it with. As Joe said, ‘I don’t get much out of it’, but it just might be his fault.”
I was nervous as hell. I had thought about this a dozen times over the last couple of weeks and now it was going to happen. After putting Trina to bed Marie came to me in an older nightgown. She lay on the bed and told me she was ready. I could see she was as nervous as I was.
I slid her nightgown up her thighs and put my mouth on her pussy. She was already wet and I could smell her sex. She wanted this as much as I did. I patted her pussy and it became even more plump. I buried my face in it; she did her best to hold back her sounds as to not wake up Trina.
I tongued her pussy and felt her have an orgasm. She pushed her pussy hard into my face. “Oh God, it feels so good. I love you, Ed! I love you so much!”
I figured it was the sex talking and kept on licking. I pushed two and then three fingers into her. She kept moaning and asking for more. I figured it was time as I slipped off my shorts and began rubbing my hard cock against her pussy.
“I can feel it, Ed! I can feel your cock rubbing against my pussy. Push it in Ed, I can take it, I know I can.” She hadn’t even seen it yet.
I was surprised when the head of my cock went into her. She put her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. At first I thought I hurt her but she was having another orgasm. “More, Ed, I can take it! I never knew it could feel so good. Fuck me, Ed, fuck me with your fat cock!”
That’s exactly what I did. Before long I was buried deep in her and pumping like a man possessed. Then it dawned on me that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I never did but Marie was so much younger.
“Marie, I’m not wearing a condom. Should I pull out?”
“God, no! I’m on the pill; I have been since Trina was born. Come in me, Ed, give me your cum, I want you so bad.”
I came with gigantic spurt after spurt. I watched a smile come across Marie’s face. It would be hard to remember a happier moment in my life. After both of our orgasms subsided I rolled off of Marie and she told me she wanted to see the greatest cock ever made. She raised up and leaned over and kiss my cock.
We fell asleep and the next morning we headed back to her sister’s place. She wanted to tell her that she was going back to Ohio with me. Her sister wasn’t surprised. Marie had called her every day and told her how wonderful she thought I was. Rachel was happy for her.
Marie asked about Joe and was told that he moved out in the last week. He did tell Rachel that Marie would never be able to find him and would never get a nickel of child support from him.
We headed for home and I knew that I would have a lot of explaining to do to my daughters.
We arrived at my house a few days later. It was a week before Thanksgiving. Marie couldn’t believe my house. She started crying and said she felt like she was in a dream. I assured her she wasn’t and showed her to her room. It had a queen-size bed that would be more than big enough for her and Trina for now.
I told her that all of Mary’s old clothes were still in the closet and drawers and that we could get rid of them and give them to Good Will. Marie said, “My God! What beautiful clothes. Would you mind if I tried some of them on?”
“Of course not. I was getting rid of them. Keep whatever you like.”
Mary was always a neat dresser. She shopped and always looked good for her plus-size figure.
Marie came out in a couple of different outfits. I swear she looked like a young Mary but didn’t want to tell her so. She would think I was paranoid or something. She decided to keep all the clothes and try them on at another time.
Marie and I talked and decided to invite my daughters and their families for Thanksgiving dinner. It would give them and Marie a chance to meet each other. I called Brenda first and she asked how my vacation was and I told her fine. I then said I was having Thanksgiving dinner at the house and was inviting her family as well as Cindy’s.
“I don’t know, Dad, we were planning on going to Ron’s parents. You don’t know how to make a turkey anyway,” she laughed.
“Oh, I’m not making it; Marie is. She’s my new live-in housekeeper and cook, but I understand if you can’t make it. I just thought you might want to meet her and her daughter Trina.”
“What?…Housekeeper…Cook…live-in? Dad, how old is she?”
“I don’t know what difference that makes but she’s twenty-one.”
“We’ll be there Dad, I guarantee we’ll be there.”
I had to stop myself from laughing.
“Good, I’ll call Cindy now and invite them.”
“She’ll be there dad, I know she will. I’ll call her for you.”
“That’s nice of you. Tell her we’ll have dinner around two in the afternoon. You can bring a pie or something if you like. I love you, Brenda.”
“I love you too, Dad. Don’t do anything stupid.”
I had to laugh out loud after I hung up.
I looked over at Marie. “That went rather well,” I said.
“You probably gave her a heart attack. I can’t imagine how she feels,” said Marie. “Ed, I don’t what to miss up your relationships with your family. Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”
“Bullshit! It’s my life and I want you to be a part of it. My daughters live fifty miles away and have families of their own. It will be ok; you can stay as long as you want to.”
A few minutes later the phone rang, no surprise that it was Cindy. “Hi sweetheart, I take it you talked to Brenda. Are you going to be able to make it?”
“Dad, who is this housekeeper that Brenda mentioned? She said it was a young woman with a child.”
“Yes, she is. I met her on my travels and she needed a place to live and I needed a housekeeper and cook. You’ll meet her if you come for Thanksgiving. Don’t worry, Cindy, I didn’t lose my mind. We’ll talk more over Thanksgiving dinner.”
After I hung up I looked over at Marie. “You can make a turkey can’t you?”
She laughed. “Yes, I’ll make the best turkey you’ve ever had. Is there anything else?”
“Marie, this is your home now. You don’t need my permission for anything. We’ll take it a day at a time and see how it works out. If at any time you want to leave, you can.”
Life for the next week was interesting. Marie was right, she really could cook. She asked to use the car to go buy groceries. I gave her some money and told her I would watch Trina. I really liked the little girl.
When she came back she told me that she must have looked a lot like Mary because a few people were shocked when they saw her. Then they must have realized that Mary would have been in her fifties and Marie explained where she lived. Some people figured she was related to Mary. She said she just smiled.
On Thanksgiving, Brenda and her family showed up first and I introduced them to Marie. Next, Cindy came in and I introduced her family to Marie. The men went to watch football in the family room and the kids went downstairs in the basement to play video games. I mentioned to Marie that I was going into the living room to talk to Brenda and Cindy. She said she would stay in the kitchen and see to the dinner.
“Ok Dad, what’s this all about. You know she looks just like Mom when she was younger. Why in God’s name did you bring her here to live with you?”
“I’ll let the two of you talk to her later. You’ll understand why I did what I did. She’s a very nice person. Yes, she resembles your mother when she was younger. She is also an excellent cook and housekeeper.”
“Are you in love with her, Dad? Do you expect to marry her?” asked Cindy.
“Girls, I miss your mother deeply. I’m alone now and it sucks. Marie needed help and I’m helping her. Do I love her? I don’t know, but I care for her and her little girl. Will we get married? No, I doubt it very much, there is just too much of an age difference.
“As far as my will goes, everything will still go to you two girls. You are my daughters but you have families of your own and I can’t expect you to come running to see me all the time.
“How long is she staying?” asked Brenda.
“I don’t know. As long as she wants to. You have to understand that she makes me happy and fills a void in my life. If it doesn’t work out she will leave. You two have to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you. Now, I’m going into the kitchen and watch Trina and let you two question Marie. When you get through hearing her story, I want both of you to tell me if I should ask her to leave.”
I walked in the kitchen and Marie went and talked to my daughters. They must have talked a good half hour before all of them came into the kitchen and we set the table for dinner. No one said anything.
We called everyone to the table and I said grace before carving the turkey. Marie smiled at me but had tears in her eyes. It bothered me and I asked her if every thing was ok.
“I’ve never had a family like this before and I’m so happy and thankful.” She wiped her eyes.
My two daughters had tears in their eyes also. I went to say something and Brenda said, “Just eat, Dad. Marie and Trina are part of our family now.”
After dinner we all talked and played games. My daughters said they would be back to see us at Christmas and for Marie and I to stay in touch. Brenda stopped me at the door as she was leaving.
“Dad, after what she went through I could never ask you to ask her to leave. You always were a kind and considerate man.”
It’s been five years since Marie moved in. We never got married but we act like married people, but without the arguments. Today we took Trina to the local school and enrolled her in kindergarten. We just tell everyone she’s my granddaughter since she calls me Pawpaw.
She started calling me that after hearing my grandchildren do it. Marie and my daughters talk at least once a week. They get their updates about me. They don’t seem to have any complaints about Marie or Trina. One day they did tell me I should put some money aside for Marie in case something should happen to me.
Marie’s sister Rachel has visited us at least once a year. She is really happy that Marie and I found each other. Joe has never been heard of again and we hope it stays that way.
As for Marie and I, she has her own bedroom and Trina has hers, but if you want to find Marie, you may want to look in my bed first.