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needed me, and I would be there. I loved her children and have thought about the three of them almost every day since I met them that first day. I silently thanked her sick sitter, this gave me the opportunity to see the beguiling woman and her children again.
I grabbed an old overcoat I had been using when it rained until I could pick up one of my own. It had been on a hook behind the door. It was stylish so I believed it was one of Paya's but she never says a word when I wear it. I grabbed a brolly from beside the main cabin door and said, “Let's not tarry. To the rescue.”
She popped her brolly open with a wicked grin as she pushed past me into the downpour outside, “My, someone is mighty eager to help out.”
I just knew that she knew my sexual preferences, and she never said word one about it.
I popped open my own brolly and said to her as she headed down the stairs, “I will hurt you.”
This just amused her to no end. What? Am I not threatening? She shot a crinkle nosed smile back at me. Fine whatever, I can't hurt overly cute people. That's like, I don't know, kicking a puppy or something.
Once we made our way down to the dock and out to her vehicle, I slipped into what we had taken to calling the copilot seat. She squinted through the windshield up to the sky. “I wonder who got on the big guy's bad side.” Then she grumbled something about the rain ruining last Thursday Night and probably the next one too.
I snorted, this rain had been going on three days now with no signs of stopping anytime soon. The weather channel was spouting all sorts of low pressure and high-pressure front nonsense about it. We'd have to live like fishes for at least the next three or four days. I smirked and said, “Good thing we're based out of a boat then isn't it?”
I strategically cut short any witty retort she was about to mount, by cranking the radio. She laughed heartily at that and drove as we sang. She kept switching up the styles to familiar hit songs. She always seemed to be experimenting with my singing as she varied the genres all across the board.
We pulled up to the Tennison, and I took a moment to really look at the building, even something as mundane as an apartment block had some style and flair back when it was built. You don't see the kind of attention to detail and adornments the architects had used to incorporate into buildings anymore. Things have gotten too bland and drab in modern architecture, and nobody wanted to pay for the little things that made the older buildings look so pretty.
Just the variation of the brown bricks and stone that made up the facade of the two sides of the building on the corner gave a certain character to the old place. Paya looked out her window then glanced at me with a grin, prepping to pop her brolly. I grabbed mine and squinted one eye in mock pain as we opened our doors, stuck the umbrellas out and popped them open then splashed down into the puddles.
I shivered in the chill autumn air and then trembled for another reason, knowing I would have been out in this, on the streets, being chilled to the bone in this downpour if it hadn't been for my chance meeting with this frustratingly smug and funny woman. I knew there were countless other out ther braving this who were not so lucky.
We ran to the door, and she hip bumped the plate, buzzing us in. We stomped and shook off the water from ourselves and shook off the brollies onto the rubber entry runner before closing them. I looked at the stairs which I had grown to know intimately, and silently hate, from all the trips up them when we moved Staph and the roos into their flat.
I exhaled dramatically. Paya said as she moved out of striking distance, “Wimp.” She took off up the steps, I swear she was giggling as I ran up after her.
We arrived on the third floor and I glanced around, because I had just noticed for the first time when I studied the building at the car, that there was a fourth floor to the building,
I grabbed an old overcoat I had been using when it rained until I could pick up one of my own. It had been on a hook behind the door. It was stylish so I believed it was one of Paya's but she never says a word when I wear it. I grabbed a brolly from beside the main cabin door and said, “Let's not tarry. To the rescue.”
She popped her brolly open with a wicked grin as she pushed past me into the downpour outside, “My, someone is mighty eager to help out.”
I just knew that she knew my sexual preferences, and she never said word one about it.
I popped open my own brolly and said to her as she headed down the stairs, “I will hurt you.”
This just amused her to no end. What? Am I not threatening? She shot a crinkle nosed smile back at me. Fine whatever, I can't hurt overly cute people. That's like, I don't know, kicking a puppy or something.
Once we made our way down to the dock and out to her vehicle, I slipped into what we had taken to calling the copilot seat. She squinted through the windshield up to the sky. “I wonder who got on the big guy's bad side.” Then she grumbled something about the rain ruining last Thursday Night and probably the next one too.
I snorted, this rain had been going on three days now with no signs of stopping anytime soon. The weather channel was spouting all sorts of low pressure and high-pressure front nonsense about it. We'd have to live like fishes for at least the next three or four days. I smirked and said, “Good thing we're based out of a boat then isn't it?”
I strategically cut short any witty retort she was about to mount, by cranking the radio. She laughed heartily at that and drove as we sang. She kept switching up the styles to familiar hit songs. She always seemed to be experimenting with my singing as she varied the genres all across the board.
We pulled up to the Tennison, and I took a moment to really look at the building, even something as mundane as an apartment block had some style and flair back when it was built. You don't see the kind of attention to detail and adornments the architects had used to incorporate into buildings anymore. Things have gotten too bland and drab in modern architecture, and nobody wanted to pay for the little things that made the older buildings look so pretty.
Just the variation of the brown bricks and stone that made up the facade of the two sides of the building on the corner gave a certain character to the old place. Paya looked out her window then glanced at me with a grin, prepping to pop her brolly. I grabbed mine and squinted one eye in mock pain as we opened our doors, stuck the umbrellas out and popped them open then splashed down into the puddles.
I shivered in the chill autumn air and then trembled for another reason, knowing I would have been out in this, on the streets, being chilled to the bone in this downpour if it hadn't been for my chance meeting with this frustratingly smug and funny woman. I knew there were countless other out ther braving this who were not so lucky.
We ran to the door, and she hip bumped the plate, buzzing us in. We stomped and shook off the water from ourselves and shook off the brollies onto the rubber entry runner before closing them. I looked at the stairs which I had grown to know intimately, and silently hate, from all the trips up them when we moved Staph and the roos into their flat.
I exhaled dramatically. Paya said as she moved out of striking distance, “Wimp.” She took off up the steps, I swear she was giggling as I ran up after her.
We arrived on the third floor and I glanced around, because I had just noticed for the first time when I studied the building at the car, that there was a fourth floor to the building,
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