The Stay

I told her all about Elliot. About what happened to him. About my friends’ reactions. About what I was trying to do. When I was done, she said, “I don’t know about all that, dear.” “What are you talking about,” I asked. “Well, what are you planning on doing once you find this person,” she asked, “it seems very dangerous if you ask me. You have your whole life ahead of you. In the end, vengeance never wins.” Suddenly the Grandfather Clock chimed. 8PM. “Oh my,” said Beulah, “already 8? Are you going to be ok to drive home? I have a spare bedroom if you want to stay here.” I was about to decline, but then I felt really bad for her. Beulah was probably really lonely. I asked, “You’re sure it’s ok if I stay here?” “Oh absolutely, dear,” Beulah said happily, “I haven’t had anyone to talk to in years, it would be my pleasure if you stayed here! How do you like your eggs cooked?” I felt so happy to see her get so excited. “Scrambled eggs are my favorite, but you don’t need to make me breakfast.” I said. She gave me a look and said, “Nonsense, dear. You are my guest. I will be your hostess.” I realized that she probably hasn’t been a hostess for anyone in years.