Not What Was ExpectedSomewhere, in a cubicle far, far away, Mathilda Holmes was struggling to stay awake. Eating that piece of strawberry cake at lunch was the culprit -- well, that and the soul-crushing nature of her work -- but for the moment the cake was more to blame. Eating anything at lunchtime made her sleepy and cake compounded the problem. But everyone agreed that she was too thin, "almost anorexic," her friends said, so she'd let herself be talked into dessert.
Matilda leaned forward over her keyboard. She would close her eyes for just ten seconds...
She awoke to the music of Kool and the Gang.
Celebrate good times, come on! Once she had loved that song, but now it merely meant that JojaMart had opened a new store somewhere. Which also meant that she had to get out in the hall.
"You cut it close," Brigit whispered. "He's just turning the corner."
Over the past few years going out into the hallway to congratulate the CEO whenever JojaMart opened a new store had evolved into every department producing its own cheering squad with its own routine. Prizes were now awarded and the girls of Data Entry were hoping to win first place two years in a row.
"Where's the new store going to be?" whispered Matilda. "There was a buzzing noise on my intercom," she added, lest anyone suspect that she'd been dozing off.
"Some place with a bird name," whispered Jordan. "Seagull City? A-a-and close."
"No," said Brigit after the CEO passed. "Pelican Town."
"That's right," Julie confirmed. "Pelican Town."
Stunned, Matilda groped her way back into her cubicle. It couldn't be Pelican Town. That was where her grandfather's farm was, the farm that she could go to when everything got to be too much. Every night, she went to bed thinking that tomorrow, for sure, she would quit her job and take the bus down to Stardew Valley and begin working on her grandfather's farm. And every morning, she recollected that she didn't know the first thing about farming and was lucky to have a job when so many didn't, even if it was a job she hated.
There was probably more than one Pelican Town in the country, thought Matilda. Probably half a dozen, and JojaMart was opening in one that was nowhere near her grandfather's farm. She turned on her computer and googled "Pelican Town."
There was only one. Moreover, there was a story from the Zuzu City
Daily News about JojaMart coming to Pelican Town, "that cozy little hamlet on the shore of the Gem Sea."
Matilda clicked on the JojaMart Personnel website. She filled out a "Request for Vacation" form, and a "Termination of Employment" form. At the bottom of the latter was the following statement from the Director of Personnel:
The motto at JojaMart is "Join us. Thrive." Are you sure that you will thrive if you leave? Think about that before you press "Submit."So Matilda thought about it. She was practically anorexic so she wasn't exactly thriving. She went to work in the morning, went home after work and slept. She spent her weekends doing laundry and trying to relax. It wasn't much of a life. She pressed "Submit."
Her grandfather had suggested getting in touch with Mayor Lewis. Matilda e-mailed him, and he e-mailed her back immediately.
The Southwest 5 bus gets into Pelican Town around 7 pm. I'll be at the bus station to meet you. The land might need a bit of tidying up, but I'm sending someone over to the house to clean and turn the utilities on. I'm sure I speak for the rest of the town when I say that we look forward to meeting Mr. Holmes's granddaughter. He was a much-loved resident here, and I'm sure you'll fit in just fine.Matilda felt her eyes tearing up. She had never fit in anywhere. Maybe Stardew Valley would be different. That hope sustained her as she packed, terminated the lease on her apartment, and walked out the door. She was burning all her bridges behind her. If things didn't work out in Stardew Valley, she didn't know what she'd do.
Mayor Ted Lewis waited impatiently at the bus stop. Robin Carpenter, one of the local matrons in town had agreed to meet the bus with him, but there was no sign of her. Oh well, if you wanted a job done right, you had to do it yourself.
The bus pulled in. A young woman got off. Mayor Lewis kept his eyes focused on the door though, hoping to see someone a bit sturdier, a bit more attractive, a bit less like his 8th grade English teacher. There were so few young people in Pelican Town, and none of them were getting married and having children. He'd hoped that Matilda Holmes would settle in and marry someone, maybe start a trend.
"Mayor Lewis?"
Lewis quickly pasted on his heartiest mayoral smile. "Yes, yes, and you must be my old friend's granddaughter. I'm so pleased to meet you." Her hand felt thin and delicate in his; he didn't think it likely that she'd last a week on the farm.
"Our local carpenter -- Robin Carpenter -- was going to be here, too, but perhaps she decided to meet us at the farm. Shall we go?"
The farm. Matilda didn't know what she'd expected, but a shabby house surrounded by saplings and weeds wasn't it.
A middle-aged woman came forward to greet her. "It's kind of a mess, isn't it?" she said. "And I'm afraid there's not much furniture inside. I got rid of your grandfather's bed -- the springs were poking out of the mattress. I put in an air mattress, but you can order a new bed at Pierre's. Anyway, it looks like you'll need a fighting spirit to get rid of those weeds."
Matilda straightened up a bit. "Back in high school, when I was in the chess club, people called me Matilda the Hun," she said. "I'll just have to think of the weeds as pawns."
"Yes, of course," said Robin. "Or I could send my son Sebastian over to help out, assuming I can drag him away from his computer. He's about your age and doesn't have a girlfriend."
"Matchmaking, Robin?" said Mayor Lewis.
"Well, it's about time we had a wedding around here," she retorted. "Of course, you could set an example, Lewis, if you wanted."
Mayor Lewis glared at her, and Matilda wondered what that was about.
"Matilda's going to think there's some kind of blight on the town with so few children," Robin continued.
"Please," Matilda interrupted. "Matilda's such a mouthful. Why don't you call me Tildy?"
"Tildy," Robin repeated.
"And I don't think I'll need any help with the weeds," she added. "Although I'd love to meet Sebastian, of course."
"There's also Alex, Sam, Dr. Harvey, Shane, and that writer fellow --"
"Elliott," supplied Robin when Lewis paused. She and Mayor Lewis exchanged another look.
"Or you might have a boyfriend in the city," said Lewis.
Matilda blinked. She'd heard that small-town people were friendly, but this interest in her love life was a bit overwhelming. The blink turned into a yawn that she tried to suppress.
"You must be exhausted after that long bus ride," said Robin. "We'll be on our way, but just give a holler if you need anything."
Inside the house, Matilda fixed herself some yogurt and sat down at the small table which was the only piece of furniture in the room. "Tildy," she reminded herself. A person named Matilda might have a problem with empty rooms and monster weeds, but Tildy could handle anything.
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