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between his teeth behind me and I ignore it. This is the right thing to do.
None of this was supposed to be mine in the first place, and I should be
grateful that D’Salvatore let me stay here. Now I wonder if I’m going to have
to find a new home. I’m a big boy. I can do that. Anastasia seems to be
studying me as if she’s looking for deceit.
“No, he left it to you. I’m the one who should be giving
over my half of the property. But I’m not! Just so we get that straight. I just
want to know if we’re on agreement that the property is not going to be sold at
this point.” I nod once while I stare down at my hands on my thighs. If half of
this property is mine, then that means I can stay if I want. There’s no way
that she can kick me out, but if she asks me to leave then I will.
“So I guess it’ll take a few days for all the life insurance
policies to come through and some other mumbo jumbo. I wasn’t listening to much
of what that dwarf had to say. Ugh , you should have been there! You
could have flipped out on him, and it would have been alright, but not me. I
had to act like a polite, little woman on the prairie. It was sickening .”
She rants, and while she complains about the smell in the man’s office and the
way he treated her, I pour us both some coffee.
It takes her three sips to start calming down until she’s
finally more focused on the coffee rather than the stress of dealing with her
father’s Will. Maybe I should have insisted upon going along.
“You don’t know her, stop drooling!” Tom’s voice in my ear
actually makes me physically jump. The movement grabs Anastasia’s attention,
and she quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Random twitch.” I lie to her smoothly. At least I think I
do. A long silence blankets the two of us as we sip our coffee and stare at the
table, or the floor.
“You’re still planning to stay here tonight?” Her voice is completely
neutral, and I’m unable to tell if she actually wants me to stay or if she
wants me to leave.
“I am.” I try to keep my tone just like hers, but there’s
some force to it still. “I’m going to check on the barn and see if there’s
anything salvageable.” That should give me something to do. Anastasia doesn’t
argue with me and remains focused on her coffee.
It’s quickly becoming a sweltering Monday, and I’m hoping
that I can keep Tom at bay for the time being. My breath catches in my throat
when I see the wreckage from the night before. I bend down to pick up a charred
piece of wood, and it crumbles to ashes in my fingers. I don’t see one piece of
material that’s worth salvaging, but I start digging anyway. I need something
to keep me busy.
I’m not sure how long I’m out there digging through the
ashes when I hear a car hauling ass up the dirt driveway. Bits of rock and
clumps of clay fly out from the back tires, and I cringe when I recognize it. I
don’t have a weapon out here, but if I have to I’ll use fists. Mr. Taylor steps
out of his metallic colored Lexus and we lock gazes from about seventy five
feet away.
I know how I look right now. I’ve long taken my shirt off
and left it lying on the ground, so my arms and torso are covered in soot. My
injured hand is throbbing, and the bandage will need to be changed as soon as I
get into the house. I have one good hand, but if I must I’ll sacrifice comfort
to cause pain to this man’s face. After the incident yesterday, I thought he
wouldn’t come back. I guess I wasn’t clear enough.
“Mr. Taylor.” I call out his name loudly so that Anastasia
might hear it in the house, and then I hear the dog beginning to bark. The man
turns towards me with his hand raised, but the look on his face is anything but
amicable.
May’s barking cuts off suddenly, and my pulse quickens in my
veins. I crunch through the debris in my boots with a charred piece of wood in
my hands. It dangles and hits my leg as I walk, as if I’m not intending to use
it. But if
between his teeth behind me and I ignore it. This is the right thing to do.
None of this was supposed to be mine in the first place, and I should be
grateful that D’Salvatore let me stay here. Now I wonder if I’m going to have
to find a new home. I’m a big boy. I can do that. Anastasia seems to be
studying me as if she’s looking for deceit.
“No, he left it to you. I’m the one who should be giving
over my half of the property. But I’m not! Just so we get that straight. I just
want to know if we’re on agreement that the property is not going to be sold at
this point.” I nod once while I stare down at my hands on my thighs. If half of
this property is mine, then that means I can stay if I want. There’s no way
that she can kick me out, but if she asks me to leave then I will.
“So I guess it’ll take a few days for all the life insurance
policies to come through and some other mumbo jumbo. I wasn’t listening to much
of what that dwarf had to say. Ugh , you should have been there! You
could have flipped out on him, and it would have been alright, but not me. I
had to act like a polite, little woman on the prairie. It was sickening .”
She rants, and while she complains about the smell in the man’s office and the
way he treated her, I pour us both some coffee.
It takes her three sips to start calming down until she’s
finally more focused on the coffee rather than the stress of dealing with her
father’s Will. Maybe I should have insisted upon going along.
“You don’t know her, stop drooling!” Tom’s voice in my ear
actually makes me physically jump. The movement grabs Anastasia’s attention,
and she quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Random twitch.” I lie to her smoothly. At least I think I
do. A long silence blankets the two of us as we sip our coffee and stare at the
table, or the floor.
“You’re still planning to stay here tonight?” Her voice is completely
neutral, and I’m unable to tell if she actually wants me to stay or if she
wants me to leave.
“I am.” I try to keep my tone just like hers, but there’s
some force to it still. “I’m going to check on the barn and see if there’s
anything salvageable.” That should give me something to do. Anastasia doesn’t
argue with me and remains focused on her coffee.
It’s quickly becoming a sweltering Monday, and I’m hoping
that I can keep Tom at bay for the time being. My breath catches in my throat
when I see the wreckage from the night before. I bend down to pick up a charred
piece of wood, and it crumbles to ashes in my fingers. I don’t see one piece of
material that’s worth salvaging, but I start digging anyway. I need something
to keep me busy.
I’m not sure how long I’m out there digging through the
ashes when I hear a car hauling ass up the dirt driveway. Bits of rock and
clumps of clay fly out from the back tires, and I cringe when I recognize it. I
don’t have a weapon out here, but if I have to I’ll use fists. Mr. Taylor steps
out of his metallic colored Lexus and we lock gazes from about seventy five
feet away.
I know how I look right now. I’ve long taken my shirt off
and left it lying on the ground, so my arms and torso are covered in soot. My
injured hand is throbbing, and the bandage will need to be changed as soon as I
get into the house. I have one good hand, but if I must I’ll sacrifice comfort
to cause pain to this man’s face. After the incident yesterday, I thought he
wouldn’t come back. I guess I wasn’t clear enough.
“Mr. Taylor.” I call out his name loudly so that Anastasia
might hear it in the house, and then I hear the dog beginning to bark. The man
turns towards me with his hand raised, but the look on his face is anything but
amicable.
May’s barking cuts off suddenly, and my pulse quickens in my
veins. I crunch through the debris in my boots with a charred piece of wood in
my hands. It dangles and hits my leg as I walk, as if I’m not intending to use
it. But if
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