My Kind Of Woman ; hs

one woodland

" we're all just searching for something

bigger than we're all able to find, "

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The bookstore was busy, bustling with people of all ages. Children being read books by this month's guest speaker in the kids' corner, new mothers wiping the shelves of cooking books, and the old dears, Adeline's favoured type of customer, squinting through their glasses trying to read the blurb of a dark coloured novel that had caught their eye.

Adeline hadn't caught a break since 9 am this morning.

She wasn't upset about it though, in fact there's was nothing else she could imagine herself doing. She had been loyal to Angelfish for the past 3 years. She never missed a day and was always punctual. She was the dream employee; granted she lived above the bookstore and with the owner, who was known to be a little prejudice.

At 3pm, Adeline found herself with a moment free. Taking advantage of such an opportunity she rushed to the storage room, behind the counter. She kept her belongings carefully hung on an old wood handle. Grabbing her water from her crimson handbag, she took a seat on an old stool next to it. Breathe, just breathe. Only 4 more hours to go. Granted, she could probably get off in 3, Margery always let her off early on saturdays.

"Hello? Is there anyone here?" The shrill voice of an old lady called from the counter, just before the blonde could touch her lips to the water bottle's brim.

Adeline sighed, i'll be right there. She couldn't be upset, she knew it was a miracle in the first place that she'd gotten a moment to herself.

"What can I do for you?" She walked over to the counter, a bright smile on her face. Adeline loved her job, even if it made her head hurt.

Angelfish was extremely popular for a bookstore but in a town like this, a bookstore is the only place to go; other than Angelfish there was a bus stop, a supermarket, a school, a doctors office and small stalls on the weekends that sold fresh fruit and meat, along with freshly baked goods with smells that rained through the dull streets.

Dull was exactly the word to use. There were no festivals, no travelling circuses; the only bit of entertainment were the local chavs attempting to threaten their drug dealers for a cheaper deal.

It wasn't a place Adeline would choose, but she knew she couldn't complain. Not everyone was as lucky as her to have a Margery to take them in when they're disowned at 17, and Adeline spent everyday thinking of ways to repay her, or at least get out of her hair. Adeline was 22 now, and her whole routine involved Margery, as it had for the past 5 years;

Wake up - breakfast with Margery, make her scrambled eggs on toast, but always somehow burn it.

Shower - bathroom shared with Margery, make sure not to use all the hot water, or all the soap and shampoos.

Go to work - working for Margery, try to convince her to lower the salary, but fail, like she had the day before, and the day before that.

Come home - home shared with Margery, friends shared with Margery, everything shared with Margery.

However, Margery didn't mind. Adeline knew how sweet of a woman 53 year old was but somehow, when it came to cases involving herself, she forgot it all together. Margery couldn't shake Adeline out of the idea that she was a burden, even though Margery took every opportunity to express how dearly she was loved. She saw Adeline as the daughter she never had - she was made barren from ovarian cancer, many decades ago and she found Adeline, like a gift from heaven.