Everything
By: nautoprincess
Chapter 7: You Are The Strength That Keeps Me Walking
Mac woke up to the smell of coffee. It took him a minute to remember where he was. Then he remembered the woman. He remembered her taking him to her little cabin home not too far from the forest he'd been in. Then he remembered her eyes and leaped out of the bed he was in and down the stairs.
The old woman could hear her visitor clambering down the stairs. She smiled. The coffee was just about ready. She popped some bread into her toaster and came into her living room with the coffee. The man was sitting on her couch, staring at her. She sat down beside him and passed him a cup.
"Don't worry. It's not going to kill you."
Mac smiled and took a sip. It felt so good to have that liquid caffeine pouring down his throat. He finished his cup in about thirty seconds flat.
"I see you like coffee. I'll go put on some more."
She got up from the couch and left. Mac began to look around the woman's living room. There were pictures everywhere.
"You like pictures too?"
Mac jumped. He hadn't realized the woman had come back. She was smiling.
"She smiles like Stella."
The woman reached for a shelf and grabbed down a photo album. She blew off the dust and sat down beside Mac. She opened the book and he jumped a mile.
"What? What's wrong?"
He pointed to a woman in the photo album with long curly hair and a beautiful smile.
"Who is she?"
The woman looked at him strangely.
"Why, that's me. I was much younger of course, but -"
"I'm sorry. It's just you looked a lot like a woman I know back home."
She then gave him a strange look. Like he'd just said a horrible curse word or something.
"Where are you from?"
"New York City."
She looked away from Mac and back at the album. She began flipping through the pages and she finally stopped at a page where she and a young boy were standing.
"My son Nico lived there, with his wife, and young daughter. Before they..."
The woman didn't have to finish that sentence. He knew what she was going to say. She turned to Mac and asked him a question.
"What is your name?"
"Mac Taylor."
"Well, Mr. Taylor, my name is Stella Bonasera."
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NP: Okay, I know it's pretty much impossible for there to be two Stella Bonasera's but I've had this idea forever. This is chapter 2 of my 3 chapter update. I really hope you enjoy this one!
