kindly, Barbara. If you ain't just the sweetest lil’ thang…” Violet purred, still keeping up that Southern accent flawlessly.
Remy watched her. The woman was not only an excellent newscaster, but also an excellent liar. During the long walk up there she’d convinced Barbara that the two of them had been thrown from the boat in their quest to find land, which was the reason they were soaking wet, and the reason that Remy had a serious “scratch” in his leg. The prison garb and handcuffs? Post wedding role play, and a sex toy they’d lost the key too. That one had tickled Barbara pink. Violet was a natural storyteller, and Barbara had eaten it all up with a spoon. Feeling like a new man already, just being out of the water and in a warm home, Remy almost thanked Violet, but he knew better. He couldn’t encourage this unreasonable woman in any way.
“I have to get out of here,” he grumbled, as they followed Barbara down a long hall. “I have to keep moving.”
Violet kept her voice to a whisper. “We’re not going anywhere until you’ve had a shower and we’ve tended to that wound in an appropriate manner. You’re going to be dead soon if we don’t get that taken care of, and we can’t prove you’re innocent if you’re dead.”
“Here we are…” Barbara lead them into the cabin’s only guest room. In minutes she had extra towels and toiletries laid out on the bed for both of them. “This is the room my children stay in during the few visits they make down here. You two can feel free to change into some fresh clothes. Lord knows they’re never around long enough to utilize them.” Barbara hobbled to the door. “I’ll go get started on that hot chocolate while you two get cleaned up. Oh.” She paused at the door. “And the hot water in the shower only lasts about ten minutes, so try to be quick.”
Remy watched the old woman disappear out the door and turned to Violet. “Something’s off. I don’t like it.”
Violet was already picking through the closet where were both men’s and women’s clothes hung from dusty hangers. She could tell it had been quite a while since anyone had been in this closet.
“She seems lonely,” Violet said. “What kind of people don’t visit their own mother in the middle of the woods?” She pulled out a change of clothes for she and Remy before disappearing into the bathroom.
Remy listened with wide eyes as the shower roared to life. “Chambers?”
Violet came out of the bathroom and pointed inside. “The sooner you shower and clean out that wound, the sooner we can get out of here.”
“Stop saying we. We are not a we .” He motioned between the two of them. “I don’t need your help!” The outburst alone was enough to make his head start to spin.
“Look at you, you can barely stand on your own two feet.”
“Yes, because someone got me shot .”
“Talking is not going to help. Just get in the damn shower and lay down for a minute while I figure out what kind of meds Barbara has around here. Then we can go. Come on,” she cooed, as if she were talking to a baby. She placed her hand on the gun that was still clutched behind his back, and to her surprise, he released it. Pressing her other palm to the small of his back, she pointed toward the bathroom.
Remy was beyond frustrated and stressed, but he’d be lying if he said that a shower and some sleep didn’t sound like heaven on Earth right now. With hesitation, he followed Violet’s outstretched finger, limping toward the open door of the bathroom.
“Do you need help getting undressed?”
“ No .” He wasn’t some invalid, and he refused to allow her to see him as such. He couldn’t give her that kind of power over him if he was ever going to get rid of her.
“Well, I’m next, so don’t use up all the hot water…”
He threw her one last look before pulling his orange shirt over his head, not without effort,
Remy watched her. The woman was not only an excellent newscaster, but also an excellent liar. During the long walk up there she’d convinced Barbara that the two of them had been thrown from the boat in their quest to find land, which was the reason they were soaking wet, and the reason that Remy had a serious “scratch” in his leg. The prison garb and handcuffs? Post wedding role play, and a sex toy they’d lost the key too. That one had tickled Barbara pink. Violet was a natural storyteller, and Barbara had eaten it all up with a spoon. Feeling like a new man already, just being out of the water and in a warm home, Remy almost thanked Violet, but he knew better. He couldn’t encourage this unreasonable woman in any way.
“I have to get out of here,” he grumbled, as they followed Barbara down a long hall. “I have to keep moving.”
Violet kept her voice to a whisper. “We’re not going anywhere until you’ve had a shower and we’ve tended to that wound in an appropriate manner. You’re going to be dead soon if we don’t get that taken care of, and we can’t prove you’re innocent if you’re dead.”
“Here we are…” Barbara lead them into the cabin’s only guest room. In minutes she had extra towels and toiletries laid out on the bed for both of them. “This is the room my children stay in during the few visits they make down here. You two can feel free to change into some fresh clothes. Lord knows they’re never around long enough to utilize them.” Barbara hobbled to the door. “I’ll go get started on that hot chocolate while you two get cleaned up. Oh.” She paused at the door. “And the hot water in the shower only lasts about ten minutes, so try to be quick.”
Remy watched the old woman disappear out the door and turned to Violet. “Something’s off. I don’t like it.”
Violet was already picking through the closet where were both men’s and women’s clothes hung from dusty hangers. She could tell it had been quite a while since anyone had been in this closet.
“She seems lonely,” Violet said. “What kind of people don’t visit their own mother in the middle of the woods?” She pulled out a change of clothes for she and Remy before disappearing into the bathroom.
Remy listened with wide eyes as the shower roared to life. “Chambers?”
Violet came out of the bathroom and pointed inside. “The sooner you shower and clean out that wound, the sooner we can get out of here.”
“Stop saying we. We are not a we .” He motioned between the two of them. “I don’t need your help!” The outburst alone was enough to make his head start to spin.
“Look at you, you can barely stand on your own two feet.”
“Yes, because someone got me shot .”
“Talking is not going to help. Just get in the damn shower and lay down for a minute while I figure out what kind of meds Barbara has around here. Then we can go. Come on,” she cooed, as if she were talking to a baby. She placed her hand on the gun that was still clutched behind his back, and to her surprise, he released it. Pressing her other palm to the small of his back, she pointed toward the bathroom.
Remy was beyond frustrated and stressed, but he’d be lying if he said that a shower and some sleep didn’t sound like heaven on Earth right now. With hesitation, he followed Violet’s outstretched finger, limping toward the open door of the bathroom.
“Do you need help getting undressed?”
“ No .” He wasn’t some invalid, and he refused to allow her to see him as such. He couldn’t give her that kind of power over him if he was ever going to get rid of her.
“Well, I’m next, so don’t use up all the hot water…”
He threw her one last look before pulling his orange shirt over his head, not without effort,
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