Give me the small-town life any day, and I was just fine. I cherished the relationships I had here, the mornings spent in my greenhouse, the nights when I could look up in the sky and actually see the stars that weren’t hidden behind the smog of the city. I liked being able to walk around without worrying about anything more than coming up with good conversation starters and wondering which book I’d be reading next.
Ludwig was my kind of town. My home. I wouldn’t give it up for the world.
“Hey, Ashlyn, beautiful morning!”
I smiled as I walked past the motel’s front office and waved to Chuck, trying my best to keep the flowers in my arms balanced. I carefully made my way around Chuck’s pickup and set my bundle down, one by one. Chuck came out to greet me, carrying his signature red mug with the words ‘World’s Best Dad’ in bright yellow colors printed on it.
“I see you’ve brought the lilies,” he said with a wide smile.
“Martha says the guests love them,” I replied, nodding as I looked about the motel and took note of what I would be replacing and what I’d be tending to.
“The few that we get do,” Chuck laughed. “Tell you what. How about you finish up with those and come in for some coffee and slice of apple pie? Martha made a fresh one this morning. Happy to spare you a slice.”
“I’d love to, Chuck, but you know I need to be on my way,” I said. I glanced around nervously and mustered a smile.
“Don’t worry,” he said, lowering his voice just a bit. “That son of a bitch stopped coming here. He knows better since the last time.”
I tried my best to keep my smile in place. “Don’t want to risk it,” I said. “Better get to work.”
I grabbed two pots of flowers and got to work putting out fresh flowers in all the rooms.
* * *
The son of a bitch that Chuck mentioned was Earl Lee Greene. And he was what my daddy would have called “my piece of shit ex-husband.”
In any other time or place, our marriage would have been a fairytale of the perfect Ludwig couple. We grew up together, our fathers were poker buddies and our mothers almost like sisters. Ever since middle school, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and once we were teenagers, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He was the guy all the girls wanted to be with, and I was just grateful to be his friend.
When high school came around and my body started changing faster than any of the other girls around me, Earl was quick to take notice. We spent a lot more time together, flirted like crazy, and ended up dating before I even knew what was happening. We were the envy of our school, your typical high school sweethearts that everyone compared their relationship to. When my parents died in a car accident right outside of Ludwig, his parents took care of everything, and were quick to make sure I was safe and didn’t need for anything.
When Earl didn’t get the football scholarship to Texas A&M he was hoping for, we ended up staying behind in Ludwig. We were married a year after high school, and for three years, my life had become a living hell. With no real skills other than chugging a football across the field, Earl ended up working as a lineman for Texas Light and Power. Compared to his successful father, a man who owned most of the cattle land around Ludwig, Earl was quickly labeled as the Greene family letdown. It was something he could never really shake off, and the fact that his old man ridiculed him as well, only made things worse.
Earl quickly found a mistress in alcohol, and slowly after that, a few other mistresses of the female variety on the side. He came home most nights smelling like whiskey and cheap perfume, and when I opened my mouth about it, his fists were his reply. I lost count of how many days I had stayed home because I didn’t want anyone to see my black eyes.
People constantly told me to seek help, to end the marriage and get the hell out of Ludwig. But I wasn’t going to run away from my home just because of Earl. I tried to get help, even talked to my in-laws about their son’s violent streak, but that never amounted to much. I had even gone to the Sheriff once, but no one in Ludwig wanted to get on Big Ben Greene’s bad side, and the result had been a darker side of Earl I had yet to familiarize myself with.
When I finally got my divorce, Earl never stopped harassing me, even passed by my house several times and threatened to kill me. Once he broke into my greenhouse and destroyed everything in it, something that devastated me because my flowers were truly all I cared about, but gave me grounds to file for a restraining order. It didn’t stop the harassment completely, especially since no one wanted to arrest Ben Greene’s son, but Earl was a lot more careful after that. I could finally get some peace when I was home, and a few of the townsfolk stood up for me whenever he was stupid enough to approach me in public.
Like last week, when he had come by the motel and tried to talk to me. I had been tending to the plants as usual when he had rolled in, honking loudly to announce his presence and smacking his gum in his mouth in that disgusting way I always hated. I had tried to ignore him, even tried to leave without talking to him, but he had stopped me and started shouting like we were still married and I was somehow still his personal property to treat any way he saw fit.
Thankfully, Chuck didn’t care for Ben Greene much, and really hated Earl. He had come to my aid, shotgun in hand, and a scowl on his face that showed Earl he meant business. I never found out if there had been any repercussions to what Chuck had done for me, but from the way business had gone on as usual, it seemed like the whole thing had gone by without trouble. I guess Earl had been a little too proud to make a big deal out of the incident to his daddy.
Still, I tried to get my work done as fast as possible, finished whatever errands I needed to get done in town quickly, and be home before Earl could find a way to ruin my day.
It wasn’t the best way to go about my life, but it worked.
Besides, I loved Ludwig. I wasn’t intending on letting the son of a bitch ruin things for me, even if it meant facing down his anger every single day.
* * *
Martha met me on the way out, and despite my protests, pushed me into the front office and sat me down with a piece of apple pie and coffee.
“Business is slow, and I need someone to talk to,” Martha said as she sat herself down across the table from me. “Besides, if I have to listen to Chuck bitch about how bad the Cowboys are playing one more time, I swear to god I’ll shoot him with his own gun.”
I laughed and sipped at the coffee, letting the hot liquid warm me up. “I see the girls aren’t here,” I commented, referring to the twins who were Chuck and Martha Pratt’s only employees.
“When things are this calm, we give them the day off,” Martha said. “Besides, they’ve got those SAT’s to study for anyway. They ain’t got a brain between the both of them and need all the time they can get.”