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“Megan, you mentioned getting a summer job.” My mother said, “Well, John Wilson stopped by
yesterday and wondered if you would be willing to go next door several times a week to
help out around his father’s house?”

“Is Mr. Wilson going to stay there?” I asked.

“I think so.  He can be pretty stubborn.”

“I suppose I could…at least until I find something full time.” I replied.

I really didn’t mind helping out the old man.  It was not as if I had returned to find a
social life waiting and without a job I would have spent most of my time home alone
anyway.
  
“That would be nice, dear.  I’m sure it’s going to be quite an adjustment for him now
that Martha is gone.”

I felt sorry for the old man.  With his wife dead and his son returning to California he
would be all alone.


The next day I went over to talk to his son. He was actually willing to pay me a
substantial amount for my help and soon it was all arranged.  I didn’t know Mr Wilson very
well. Growing up I had seen him in his yard said ‘hi’ but that was the extent of our
acquaintance.

I started by cleaning up the kitchen.  The dirty dishes were a mile high, and I had a
hard time even finding the sink.  I noticed that the old man stared at me a lot which at
first made me feel extremely uncomfortable. It was almost as if he was leering at me. When
the kitchen was finally cleaned, I went into the living room to straighten it up.

“Sit down for a minute, Megan.  You’ve been working much too hard,” the old man said,
hunched over as he walked to the couch aided by his cane.  He patted the seat next to him
on the couch.

I walked over and sat next to him.  It was easy to assume that he was just very lonely
and welcomed the company.  He was mostly bald except for a few stands of white hair at his
temples.  His skin was all wrinkled and shriveled up like a prune.  There was also a
strange smell about him.  I don’t think he took very good care of himself.  I wondered
when he had last taken a shower or changed his clothes.
 
Mr. Wilson stared at me through his bifocals, especially at my large breasts, but I was
getting used to his leering at me.  In fact a weird and completely irrational feeling came
over me. Strangely, I found it kind of exciting unlike the looks I got from younger guys
that totally turned me off.  It was different with him.  He was an old man and harmless.

He talked about missing his wife. I didn’t really know what I could say that would help
so I just lent him a sympathetic ear. That was how our first day together ended.