My father had recently passed away. My Mom and I were going through his papers trying to get his estate in order. Mom reminded me that Dad had a cabin up north from where we lived. I had never been there. It had always been a man thing where my Dad and his brothers went to be together. I told my Mom I wanted to go up and visit the place. Mom said we should just have the lawyer sell it and be done with it.
It was supposedly in my name. I told Mom I was going to drive up and see this place. I had her give me the directions. Well, it certainly was up in the deep woods. I finally drove back along this dirt road until I came to the cabin. I tried to call my mother but I couldn't get cell service. I guess I would be roughing it.
I unlocked the door to the place. It was musty smelling. I got some light in the cabin and luckily my Dad had cut wood for the fireplace. It was stacked up outside and covered with a canvas. It seemed like I was getting things in order when I heard a knock on the door. I got scared. Who could be up in the woods and in my vicinity.
I went to the door and asked who was there.
"It's your neighbor just down the road."
I cautiously opened the door and there stood this bearded man. He said his name was Mac and he saw a vehicle go by. He said there were vandals up in these parts. He was just checking to see who was here. I was actually glad to see a neighbor. I invited him in.
I told him my name was Sally and that I was checking out my deceased father's old cabin. He said he was sorry to hear of my Dad's passing. Mac said he met my father a few times when Dad was at the cabin. Mac didn't stay long. He told me if I needed anything that his place was just a half mile back down the road. He got in his pickup and drove off.
I was actually sad to see him leave. I came to realize that I am not a country girl. I was actually sort of scared to be alone in the woods. An hour had passed or so and I got to thinking about Mac's offer. I grabbed my bag and threw it in my car. I drove back to where Mac said his cabin was. I found the place and I pulled in. I walked up to the door and knocked.
I think Mac was surprised to see me so soon. I told him I was taking him up on his offer if that was okay. He invited me in and he took my bag. The fireplace was going and it looked like Mac had just poured himself a glass of Bourbon. He invited me to join him. Whiskey isn't my thing but I decided to be sociable. He poured a glass for me and we clinked glasses. My throat burned when I took that first sip.
Mac laughed as my face betrayed me. I said that this was the first time I ever tried Bourbon before. He told me it was an acquired taste and that he had acquired it long ago. Somehow I drank my Bourbon and Mac kept refilling my glass. I had a warm glow going on before too long. Mac asked me about myself. I told him about my life in the city. It was pretty mundane stuff.
Mac said he grew up in a small town about an hour away. His parents were both dead and he had inherited the cabin from his father. Mac said he liked to be by himself and this was as good a place to do that. He said he tried to come up here at least one weekend per month. The time was passing and it was getting late. Mac said I shouldn't be driving drunk. I could stay the night if I liked.
Mac offered me his bed but I refused. I said I could sleep on the chair he had in the small living room. It had a foot rest and I would be plenty comfortable. Mac went and got me a blanket and then he went to bed. I sat in that chair but I couldn't sleep. My mind was on Mac. He was the kind of guy I should be attracted to. All those city men wanted one thing, sex. Once they got it they dropped you like a hot potato.
