“I’m going to church tomorrow,” she continued, “and then I’m visiting Old Man Gohspired, who is a wise Christian a lot of people go to when they have…” she turned only her head to him, “difficult spiritual matters to tend to.”
“Old man Gohspired?” Hope filtered through Ruin’s agony. “Can I talk to him?”
Isadore clutched her own bundle of clothes before him now. “I was hoping, yes.”
“And you saw everything tonight,” he said.
“I saw what I told you. Was that all of it?”
Ruin didn’t want to tell her she’d passed out before finishing. “Yes, I think so.”
“Well that’s good to know.” She gnawed briefly at her lower lip. “I was worried I had missed the main event.”
Ruin stared at her, feeling like she didn’t really mean what she said but not sure.
“It was a joke. And I was going to make a fresh gumbo and take some to Mr. Thibodeaux tomorrow. You’ll like him. You’ll come with me?”
“Yes.” Ruin watched her for signs of the mental instabilities he’d read about in the medical book. He needed to finish reading it, the more he understood the human body, the better off he was. She should definitely be hysterical after such an event and the way she behaved, still had him worried. It had certainly affected him.
“I’m going to take a shower.” She pointed to the clothes he still held to his stomach. “Those were for my dad,” she shrugged a little. “I hope they fit. I mean I hope they fit so you’re not stuck wearing my stuff. He was a good man. You remind me of him in a lot of ways.”
Agony began to stir in Ruin again at her words and the amount of emotions he sensed behind them, as well as the stupid idea she’d compare him to a man she clearly admired and…loved.
“I’m not good.” It was the only thing he could say.
“Yes you are,” she nodded with eyes closed, like she’d known this forever.
He shook his head, the agony getting worse. “And how do you know?”
“I just do,” she said with that same positive tone. “I have faith that you are.”
His anger flared now and he turned away from her. “That’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.” She passed him and Ruin’s eyes were on her, particularly on those little black shorts that hugged her bottom, showing him what it looked like. She suddenly paused at the stairs. “I don’t remember going to bed.”
“You fell asleep,” he said. “I carried you up.” It was close enough to the truth, apparently.
“See? You’re good. You took care of me.”
“Because I carried you to bed when you were asleep?”
“You could have left me wherever I’d fallen asleep.” She narrowed her gaze briefly as though trying to remember that.
“I had to.”
She gave him a little smile. “Why did you have to?” Her tone scolded lightly as she headed down the stairs now and he followed. She went straight to the bathroom. “Taking that shower,” she said, shutting the door.
“Because I just do have to,” he called back, double checking that everything was still locked down, even though the things he feared weren’t bound entirely by natural laws.
He went back upstairs and fetched the medical book and then paused at seeing the bottom of a book on the lower shelf of a table next to her bed. He leaned his head and retrieved it. Bible. He set the medical book down and took it downstairs. He sat at the table and read, a little apprehensive and hopeful. From the moment he’d laid eyes on that word “Bible” the definition of it struck something in him. Maybe this was the information he lacked about himself. Maybe within these pages, his own supernatural identity would be discovered.
Chapter Eight
A little ways into reading the Bible, and Ruin was frustrated with how perfectly he didn’t understand what was there. Line upon line of puzzles presented itself to him and what wasn’t puzzling didn’t seem to pertain to him in any way that he could connect. How did she even read
“Old man Gohspired?” Hope filtered through Ruin’s agony. “Can I talk to him?”
Isadore clutched her own bundle of clothes before him now. “I was hoping, yes.”
“And you saw everything tonight,” he said.
“I saw what I told you. Was that all of it?”
Ruin didn’t want to tell her she’d passed out before finishing. “Yes, I think so.”
“Well that’s good to know.” She gnawed briefly at her lower lip. “I was worried I had missed the main event.”
Ruin stared at her, feeling like she didn’t really mean what she said but not sure.
“It was a joke. And I was going to make a fresh gumbo and take some to Mr. Thibodeaux tomorrow. You’ll like him. You’ll come with me?”
“Yes.” Ruin watched her for signs of the mental instabilities he’d read about in the medical book. He needed to finish reading it, the more he understood the human body, the better off he was. She should definitely be hysterical after such an event and the way she behaved, still had him worried. It had certainly affected him.
“I’m going to take a shower.” She pointed to the clothes he still held to his stomach. “Those were for my dad,” she shrugged a little. “I hope they fit. I mean I hope they fit so you’re not stuck wearing my stuff. He was a good man. You remind me of him in a lot of ways.”
Agony began to stir in Ruin again at her words and the amount of emotions he sensed behind them, as well as the stupid idea she’d compare him to a man she clearly admired and…loved.
“I’m not good.” It was the only thing he could say.
“Yes you are,” she nodded with eyes closed, like she’d known this forever.
He shook his head, the agony getting worse. “And how do you know?”
“I just do,” she said with that same positive tone. “I have faith that you are.”
His anger flared now and he turned away from her. “That’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.” She passed him and Ruin’s eyes were on her, particularly on those little black shorts that hugged her bottom, showing him what it looked like. She suddenly paused at the stairs. “I don’t remember going to bed.”
“You fell asleep,” he said. “I carried you up.” It was close enough to the truth, apparently.
“See? You’re good. You took care of me.”
“Because I carried you to bed when you were asleep?”
“You could have left me wherever I’d fallen asleep.” She narrowed her gaze briefly as though trying to remember that.
“I had to.”
She gave him a little smile. “Why did you have to?” Her tone scolded lightly as she headed down the stairs now and he followed. She went straight to the bathroom. “Taking that shower,” she said, shutting the door.
“Because I just do have to,” he called back, double checking that everything was still locked down, even though the things he feared weren’t bound entirely by natural laws.
He went back upstairs and fetched the medical book and then paused at seeing the bottom of a book on the lower shelf of a table next to her bed. He leaned his head and retrieved it. Bible. He set the medical book down and took it downstairs. He sat at the table and read, a little apprehensive and hopeful. From the moment he’d laid eyes on that word “Bible” the definition of it struck something in him. Maybe this was the information he lacked about himself. Maybe within these pages, his own supernatural identity would be discovered.
Chapter Eight
A little ways into reading the Bible, and Ruin was frustrated with how perfectly he didn’t understand what was there. Line upon line of puzzles presented itself to him and what wasn’t puzzling didn’t seem to pertain to him in any way that he could connect. How did she even read
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