Chet woke in a strange place, the stale smell in the air disorienting him for a moment. He had a flashback of those three weeks on the road after he’d lost his job. He’d woken up like this every morning during that time, and he hated not knowing where he was.
“The plantation,” he sighed as everything came rushing back to him.
Olympia had broken up with him. He’d packed a small bag, so he couldn’t stay forever, and gotten his car out of storage the next morning. The drive had been long, but only because Chet went fifteen under the speed limit the whole time, arriving at the plantation near nightfall.
That hadn’t stopped his mother from crying into his shoulder, and Chet had been up half the night wandering the mansion and standing in the gardens as the night bugs sang.
Now, the sunshine
