cheeks burn with chagrin, as she covered her mouth with her hand in some attempt to hide her own MORTIFICATION. the only weekend without her son in two years since hank died, and she gets stood up. her heart felt funny, heavy and skipping in her chest and despite herself tears welled in her eyes. this is such crap! the chair scraped loudly again across the restaurant floor as gracie scrambled around to get her coat and purse. she needed to get out and FAST. heels that hadn’t seen the light of day in years slammed against the tiles in her haste, she pushed her way outside and WHAM! the handywoman slammed her face directly into another human being. grace staggered backward, holding her nose, a thousand sparks of red blooming in her line of vision. “ damn it ! shit, shit, shit this HURTS! ”
hey, guess who i just saw at the CORNER STORE? GRACE DRISCOLL! don’t they look good for 37 years old? they have lived here for 12 YEARS and ARE a HANDYWOMAN. they view the increase in tourism as POSITIVE and LIKE the retirees who moved here. a pinterest board of them would include RIPPED BLACK DENIM, ROUGH HANDS, HENLEY T-SHIRTS. ⊰ CHYLER LEIGH ─ FEMALE ─ SHE/HER ⊱
howdy! i’m addy. i’m 23, i use she/her pronouns. i’m looking forward to hanging around with all of you and developing gracie here. click below to read more about her / see what plots i’m interested in rn !!
heads up, though: tw mentions of death, car accident, and depression.
stats ☾
full name: grace anne driscoll ( née osbourne ).
nicknames: gracie.
date of birth: september 5th, 1982.
age: 37.
sexuality: heterosexual.
marital status: widowed.
children: one; henry, aged 4.
religion: agnostic.
occupation: entrepreneur / handywoman.
likes: that feeling when you put on your favorite pair of jeans, and they fit amazingly in all the right places; iced matcha green tea lattes; the smell of firewood burning.
dislikes: paw patrol; grilled cheese sandwiches; margarin ( salted butter only for my girl! ).
tattoos: a purple butterfly on the nape of her neck ( cut her some slack, it was 2001! ).
piercings: just her ears.
backstory ☾
gracie is an only child. her parents were in their mid-forties when they had her, they never believed that they could have children. grace was their miracle baby.
she grew up on a cattle ranch in sequim, wa. no stranger to working hard with her hands, grace always dreamed of being a handyman. she made money during high school by doing odd jobs around town and neighboring farms.
and then, when the time came for college, she went to uw and obtained a bachelors in business administration, so that she could open her own maintenance company and work as an independent contractor.
in her junior year at uw she met hank driscoll, a law student. their romance was a whirlwind. . . love at first sight. hank was kind and smart and so handsome . . . with his long eyelashes and broad shoulders and the love in his voice when he talked about home. see, hank came from a well-off family in a mayberry-esque town in florida. elmerton.
right after graduation, they got married in a small ceremony with family and friends on the sound. hank insisted that they move back to elmerton, he said it was on the verge of a massive boom and there were thousands of elderly residents that couldn’t do their own repair work properly or really rich people that just couldn’t be bothered and would pay a fortune not to have to think twice about it. he would join his uncle’s law firm and build them a big house on the land he’s inherited on the beach and it would be beautiful.
so, she went. against the wishes of her parents, she picked up everything and moved to florida. and hank was right. elmerton was everything that he’d promised. beautiful, happy, small enough to know the faces of your neighbors but big enough not to feel claustrophobic.
they lived happily for eight beautiful years. all of a sudden, it was 2015. time flies when you’re having fun. . . their dream home had been built, hank had made partner at his firm and gracie’s independent maintenance company was booming. they took a long vacation to disney world for their anniversary and boom --- gracie came home pregnant.
their son, william henry driscoll ii, was born in the summer of 2015. they called him henry. hank was so proud, and gracie didn’t think things could get any better.
and then it all went wrong. isn’t that always how it happens? you think you’ve got the perfect life and then BAM! tragedy, the bitter bitch she is, blows you straight out of the water. henry was only four months old when gracie got the call from the police. " mrs. driscoll we need you to come down to the hospital. it’s your husband. . . there’s been an accident. . . a car crash. and he’s been hurt. "
hank had been driving home from a business trip in orlando, and he was t-boned by a drunk driver. he only lived three days after the accident.
it took gracie many months just to be okay again, weeks to get out of bed and wash her hair. little henry was the only thing that got her through after those first few weeks. him, and hank’s mom. her mother in law has been her rock, her shoulder to cry, on the person who watches henry while she works. . . her best friend, really.
now it’s been four years, and gracie has been a lot better than she’s been since the accident. plus, her business is booming with all these retirees flooding elmerton.
connections ☾
i’d really love to see hank’s mom on the dash, she’d be about 55 or so, very wealthy ex-housewife who lives for her grandchild and loves gracie like her own.
grace needs someone who she can bitch to, someone who will come over and drink beers by the fire when henry goes to bed, someone to hang out with who ISN’T her mother in law. someone closer to her age.
maybe an employee??? that would be cool, someone to handle the accounting side. grace can do it she just would rather not have to piss with it.
obviously. . . she needs a love interest, y’all. it’s been four years since hank died and it’s time she got back out there.
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