close to finding us, I think the fact that we weren’t moving around really made a difference. I was also pretty sure we’d see them again.
We spent the next few days getting the girl’s stuff from their apartment. Claire had tried to talk me into moving into their building. I held out for the library and she reluctantly gave in. Toys, books, and some of their favorite cloths were all they needed. Claire said that they didn’t really collect many things. When you could get whatever you wanted any time, there wasn’t much point. I noticed that Claire pulled out a small suitcase from the back of a closet but didn’t open it. She made sure to include it in the first load back to library.
We set up a place in the office space next to mine, hauling a queen size bed and a small dresser up all four flights of stairs. The girls spent an entire day decorating. Running across the street to a department store to find the perfect pictures, a pretty vase and a duvet with ruffle. At least that’s what I think they told me it was called.
After one day, their room looked more like a home and better than mine after three weeks.
It was strange living with people, especially girls, they seemed to wash all the time, once when it was raining, Claire took Ellen to the roof and both of them stood in the rain and washed their hair, telling me to stay away. When they finished and came back down, they hinted that I do the same, when the hints didn’t work Claire became blunt about the subject and told me point blank that I needed to take a shower while I could.
I couldn’t believe they were so hung up about the whole subject. I borrowed their shampoo and grabbed a towel and stood on the roof, naked as a hairless cat and took a shower. The rain was kind of warm, and pretty intense. I lathered all over and let the rain rinse me off. I’d left the clothes in my room so I wrapped the towel around me and headed back down.
Claire stepped out of her room as I walked by. She froze in her doorway when she saw me, her hand on the knob and eyes on my chest. She started to say something, but couldn’t say the words for some reason. Turning beet red, she went back into her room and slammed the door.
Like I said, girls were weird.
Chapter Seven
I was hot, sweaty, and felt great. My muscles were loose and lubricated. Working smoothly in the hot sun. My leg was heeling fast and didn’t seem to be slowing me down. I’d found some tin snips and spent the day wrestling chain link fences from an elementary school onto three little red wagons that I’d hooked together and dragged home.
Arriving back at the library, I’d removed my shirt and tossed it onto the stairway railing outside the front door. Picking up the heavy fence material, I threw a roll over each shoulder. Ellen was in place in the middle of the intersection and focused, holding my bow and quiver; she was on the lookout for any trouble, scanning each of the four streets in turn,
Starting to whistle I dropped off the fence at the appropriate spots and returned for more only to find Claire standing next to my discarded shirt holding a tray that looked like lunch. Her face had a strange look as she stared at my shirtless chest. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I quickly retrieved the missing garment and threw it back on, pausing to wipe the sweat from my eyes.
“I thought you guys might want a break,” she said as she watched Ellen running to join us. “That girl never slows down.” She added, shaking her head and turning back to hand me a water bottle.
Thanking her, I instantly scarfed down the bottle and asked for another.
“Did you see all the fence Kris got,” Ellen said. “He says it’ll keep the dogs out and that I can ride a bike inside the fence line. Isn’t that right Kris?”
Raising a skeptical eyebrow, Claire looked at me, “So can you really make it safe?” she asked.
“Yes I’m sure,” I said, annoyed that Claire didn’t believe in me.
We spent the next few days getting the girl’s stuff from their apartment. Claire had tried to talk me into moving into their building. I held out for the library and she reluctantly gave in. Toys, books, and some of their favorite cloths were all they needed. Claire said that they didn’t really collect many things. When you could get whatever you wanted any time, there wasn’t much point. I noticed that Claire pulled out a small suitcase from the back of a closet but didn’t open it. She made sure to include it in the first load back to library.
We set up a place in the office space next to mine, hauling a queen size bed and a small dresser up all four flights of stairs. The girls spent an entire day decorating. Running across the street to a department store to find the perfect pictures, a pretty vase and a duvet with ruffle. At least that’s what I think they told me it was called.
After one day, their room looked more like a home and better than mine after three weeks.
It was strange living with people, especially girls, they seemed to wash all the time, once when it was raining, Claire took Ellen to the roof and both of them stood in the rain and washed their hair, telling me to stay away. When they finished and came back down, they hinted that I do the same, when the hints didn’t work Claire became blunt about the subject and told me point blank that I needed to take a shower while I could.
I couldn’t believe they were so hung up about the whole subject. I borrowed their shampoo and grabbed a towel and stood on the roof, naked as a hairless cat and took a shower. The rain was kind of warm, and pretty intense. I lathered all over and let the rain rinse me off. I’d left the clothes in my room so I wrapped the towel around me and headed back down.
Claire stepped out of her room as I walked by. She froze in her doorway when she saw me, her hand on the knob and eyes on my chest. She started to say something, but couldn’t say the words for some reason. Turning beet red, she went back into her room and slammed the door.
Like I said, girls were weird.
Chapter Seven
I was hot, sweaty, and felt great. My muscles were loose and lubricated. Working smoothly in the hot sun. My leg was heeling fast and didn’t seem to be slowing me down. I’d found some tin snips and spent the day wrestling chain link fences from an elementary school onto three little red wagons that I’d hooked together and dragged home.
Arriving back at the library, I’d removed my shirt and tossed it onto the stairway railing outside the front door. Picking up the heavy fence material, I threw a roll over each shoulder. Ellen was in place in the middle of the intersection and focused, holding my bow and quiver; she was on the lookout for any trouble, scanning each of the four streets in turn,
Starting to whistle I dropped off the fence at the appropriate spots and returned for more only to find Claire standing next to my discarded shirt holding a tray that looked like lunch. Her face had a strange look as she stared at my shirtless chest. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I quickly retrieved the missing garment and threw it back on, pausing to wipe the sweat from my eyes.
“I thought you guys might want a break,” she said as she watched Ellen running to join us. “That girl never slows down.” She added, shaking her head and turning back to hand me a water bottle.
Thanking her, I instantly scarfed down the bottle and asked for another.
“Did you see all the fence Kris got,” Ellen said. “He says it’ll keep the dogs out and that I can ride a bike inside the fence line. Isn’t that right Kris?”
Raising a skeptical eyebrow, Claire looked at me, “So can you really make it safe?” she asked.
“Yes I’m sure,” I said, annoyed that Claire didn’t believe in me.
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