Mildred Compass was lost again. This street that she was walking on seemed familiar, still all the houses were very similar. She had been living here with her cousin since the day she had locked herself out of her apartment.
One morning she had left the apartment to go to her place of work, the Door Company, a place she had been working at for many years. She was told to go home, her services were no longer required. As they say, one door closes and another....
She returned home. The front door of her apartment had a large lock on it, and a small sign that read Notice to End Tenancy for Unpaid Rent. A small, oily man with thinning hair, what was his name again? He had no redeeming qualities as her mother would have said. "Your possessions will be left on the street. Your rent has not been paid for 4 months. We can only wait so long. You understand it is nothing personal. Decisions must be made. You have no one to blame here but yourself."
Mildred was confused. She could not move, but clearly, she had no choice but to leave. She did not know where to go. She had no job, and now, apparently no home. Everything that was hers was behind that door.
She remembered her cat. It had died a few months earlier. She did her best, but the cat had been getting very skinny. She was always making messes on the carpet, mewling all through the night, following her everywhere in the apartment, winding around her legs, always under her feet.
Had she wiped the counter this morning before leaving for work? Did she turn off the coffee pot? Maybe it shuts itself off. For sure, the coffee would not be worth drinking.
This neighborhood looked different than her neighborhood. They call this a "manufactured home" community, her cousin said. Mildred said, 'We used to call them mobile homes, but these homes weren't going anywhere. They look like they have been parked here for some time."
Each home looked the same, as far as she could tell. At one time, they had been various shades of white, with a complimentary stripe, either of blue, sea green or faded pink. There was a small patch of grass next to the door. The beige golf cart was parked next to the grass. No one drove cars in the manufactured community.
She had gone out for a short walk to clear her mind, and now, here she was. One of the street signs said Shady Lane Parkway. The cross street said Shady Wind Drive. She sat down by the edge of the road, and waited. Perhaps if she concentrated, it would come to her, where she was, how to get home.
Come on Mildred, it's not that hard. Perhaps her cousin would find her. She remembered her mother telling her 'if you ever get lost, just stay in one place. Stay put, and sooner or later, someone will find you.'
Her mother lived in Florida on the other side of the country, so it might be some time before she found her. Look what you have done now. What a fine mess this is. Oh well, you know what they say.
When one door opens....