Leonie is sick of it

#Leonie is a woman over 40, she could be your neighbor. After her divorce, she builds her new life. With neighbor Mandy she has dinner appointments of the good kind: Mandy cooks! Love also comes around the corner, with all the consequences that this entails.

Mandy didn't grow grass on it. The next day, there was a “For Sale “sign stuck on the window. Leonie still didn't have a fut to do anything. Alternately she lay listlessly on the couch or in her bed or stood staring at the window for hours. She barely did food, and she didn't respond to Judith's messages either.

On Saturday night she got a message from Dagmar. “Is something wrong? I expected you at our house.” Leonie was staring at the screen of her cell phone. The message had to get through as well. House? Oh, God, Dagmar and Michiel got the key to their house. “Oh, boy, I forgot, I'm sick. I'm so bad, “apped them back. Immediately her phone rang. Dagmar. “Hey, sister, are you that sick, man? Do you want me to do something for you? Are you gonna make it? Do I have to send Demi by to do some errands for you?” Dagmar fired a whole list of questions at her. “No, you don't have to,” said Leonie. “I have plenty left in the house and I don't keep that much food inside anyway.” “Okay, well, quick fix up again!” Dagmar encouraged her. “Yeah, that's gonna be fine.” Leonie pushed away the conversation.

Sunday night, Leonie's kids came home. Leonie had gone to bed before that time. She had decided that she would pretend to be flu-like for her children. She had reddished eyes from the constant crying. The children came into the house noisily and a minute later the three of them stood in the doorway of her bedroom. “Hey, Mom, are you sick?” Julia asked. “Yes, I've been sick for a few days,” said Leonie. “Headache and flu,” she explained. “Okay,” said Julia, who stayed in the doorway for a while, not knowing what to do. “Are you going to bed yourself later?” Leonie asked. “I'm staying in my bed, I'm so lousy.” A quarter of an hour later, she was back in the bedroom. “Would you like a cup of tea, Mom?” she asked. Leonie almost had to laugh, somewhere in the distance a smile broke through. Tea? - She? She never drank that. Well, if she was sick, and she was now. She was thinking for a minute. “Yes, I might like that. That's sweet of you.”

At the time when Julia made her tea, she sat up straight in bed. A little later Julia came up with a big mug of tea. Leonie smiled carefully. “Oh, my God, Mom, you look like you've been crying.” Julia looked at her inquisitively. “No, I'm just snotty and I have a headache.” “Do you know Mandy's house is for sale?” Julia asked. Leonie nodded absent. “Yes, I know,” she said. Julia looked at her for a moment but decided not to go into it any further. Something stopped her from doing that.