1. Tollie's Garden Pt.1


    Date: 3/15/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    their class and never got invited to any dinners or anything else, not that I cared. I thought they were snotty and phony with their big houses, big cars and fancy clothes. Still, we weren’t broke by any means. Eventually, my mom made pretty good money and it got matched from the trust so we did okay. We weren’t starving and Mom was able to get rid of the old Subaru we had and got a newer model Volvo and we were both able to buy decent clothes. I have to admit, I loved clothes and wanted guys to like me, and if you didn’t dress a certain way at school, you were an outcast. Also, kids knew where I lived and I wanted to give the appearance that we were better off than we really were—not sure why. So, Tollie moving into the carriage house was a necessity, and the income really helped get more money from the trust each year. Mom interviewed him and told me his name was Anatole, but Tollie was the name he preferred. He seemed like a nice man and he loved to garden. He asked if he could put a vegetable garden in our big backyard and flowers alongside of the carriage house and he would take care of cutting the grass and share the vegetables with us. Tollie was quiet and kind of shy, but friendly. I didn’t pay much attention to him. He’d wave hello when I came home from school and I’d see that he was either cutting the grass or working in his garden. He also trimmed the big hedge on both sides of our house and there were lots of bushes. I found out from my mom that he was ...
    twenty-eight when he moved in—ten years older than me. She said he was a writer and had taught for a while at a community college while working on his PhD in English. He had finished all his course work and was working on his dissertation, but then decided he wanted to write poetry and a novel he was working on, so he dropped out of the program. Mom told me he grew up on a farm, was home schooled, but got into Harvard anyway and had a fellowship. He talked a lot to my mom. She invited him for coffee and she was always making cookies and meals for him. Even though she was twenty or so years older, I think she had a crush on him. It seemed weird, but I didn’t really think about it that much. Still, I could see why. He was actually good-looking with longish brown hair, a beard, and wore wire-rimmed glasses, a little nerdy but nice. Like I said, I didn’t pay much attention to him. I had more important things to think about, like applying to college, and this guy Tristan, who I was crazy about, and just keeping up with my classes. I was determined to get into a good college and not end up being a waitress like Mom. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, or what I was interested in, but I was in AP English and Biology and got good grades. Getting into college was everyone’s obsession. There weren’t many options after high school, so researching colleges, taking a prep class to prepare for the SATs and filling out the applications was a full-time job. I was also a cheerleader, believe it or ...
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