April covered her mouth and let out a quiet burp. It didn't matter to her that she was the only one in the car, Manners were Manners. Her belly was absolutely stuffed with both her breakfast, and the double helping she'd prepared for Tara. It was a lot of food, to be sure, but her own mother had drilled into her "waste not, want not."
Still, the last couple months of practice had made this burden a little easier to bear.
"Times I wonder why I bother. Outside of her weekends, Tara barely eats a plate or two," April muttered to herself as she checked her appearance in the rear view mirror. Satisfied there was nothing smudging or otherwise messing up her face, she tilted it back to the rear window and fired up her old car. "Maybe I should make less on the weekdays... No, of course not. That's when Tara will finally wake up and expect a proper meal."
Pressing the button secured to her sun visor, the garage door began to noisily rattle open. April fiddled with the radio while she waited for it to fully open, eventually finding a song she liked. Throwing the car into reverse, she backed down her driveway, pressing the button again to close the door behind her.
Tara, as it turned out, was not the only West in Spartanburg with a job.
April hadn't done much in terms of formal employment in her life, if we're being honest. It's not that she had anything against working for a living, but things always came up. She was married and pregnant almost the moment college ended. And after her husband's untimely passing, April had fully dedicated herself to raising their two girls, living off the sizable sum left to her in his estate. Honestly, she probably could have lived off it indefinitely, but after her daughters had left the nest, she was just so bored. Bell choir, hymn sing, and bake sales only could fill so many days, after all.
And so, April had gone out and gotten a job.
As she turned onto the road, she pointed herself towards...