I was hoping the cottage was not the disaster everyone was making it out to be. It was old they said. It was dirty they said. All I knew was I had plenty of time and nervous energy to take on the cleanup of a small cottage. I needed to start over and living in a small cottage with my dog and my thoughts seemed like the perfect getaway.
The day I showed up to the cottage was the day I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. The only breaks I took from vacuuming and scrubbing was to eat a peanut butter sandwich and to take Fred for a walk. By the time the sun went down, Fred and I both had a reasonably clean room to sleep in and a bathroom that was functional.
I couldn’t be certain all the spiders were out of the house, but there wasn’t much I could do now. The sun was totally behind the mountains when I started to get nervous the light bulb was probably going to explode at any minute. Bu the time Fred and I both had our dinners, I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open.
I checked Fred and my beds for spiders and we both crawled in. Five hours later, I was planning on how quickly I could leave and where I would go. There was no way Nash could follow me everywhere. Or haunt me forever. Even if he was a ghost.