Shelly Mondavi had quit drinking coffee long time ago. Her late husband Rob kept drinking it though. After he passed she returned to having cups occassionally, because it made it feel like he was still here.

She had been thinking more about the midwest. Thought about their decades lived in 

Indiana

. Those days felt like so long ago now. Most people thought she was from the east coast. This used to flatter her. But now she didn't care to be mistaken for a costal elite. Being plain as mayonaise was no longer a thing she ran from. In fact she respected it. That's probably why she was drawn to the desk woman of The

Seaside Rest

. That lady gave no shits what people thought of her. You had a problem, she had two words for you 'fuck you!'

Lady to lady. In this tough world you had to stick up for another gal. Shelly thought about her self. Was she sticking up for herself and what she wanted? She was entering the autumn of her life.  Did she really want to stick around here in this coastal town? Life here had been nice with Rob around. But maybe it was time she went back to Indiana.