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Correction… he’s not big. He’s massive. Tall and wide with a bit of a gut hanging low and hands the size of dinner plates. He tucks the duffel under one arm and takes the other large suitcase in one hand, as well as my rolling case in the other, and walks back out my door.
Turning around once, I take a last look at my living room, and I have a moment of sadness to be leaving. I love my house. My little sanctuary where every spare wall is covered with bookcases, and filled with books. I’ve got fiction and non-fiction. Poetry. Self-help books. Romance. Thrillers. Law books.
I’m going to miss my books.
“Come on, Sirius,” I say as I give a little tug on his leash. While he’s a hellion at almost all other times, the minute he’s on a leash, he displays perfect manners and for that, I’m grateful.
We leave my house and I lock up, at least secure in the fact my dad will check on it frequently for me. My bills are all covered, as those were all on auto draft and the only other thing to worry about was my mail, but my neighbor’s going to collect it for me and give it to my dad. He’ll handle any emergencies.
My life is zipped up tidily and now I’m free to go on this… well, whatever this journey is. I still haven’t quite figured it out, because I’m just having an almost impossible time trying to accept that this massive bus in front of me is not only my home for the next thirty days, but my office as well.
Evan waits for me—barefooted—by the open bus doors. I can see the red-bearded guy behind the wheel as I walk Sirius across the front yard, with his nose to the ground sniffing. He pauses, squats, and pees—only because he’s still a puppy and hasn’t figured out how to raise his leg yet—and then we walk up to Evan.
He motions with his hand for us to walk up the steps and says, “Your chariot awaits.”
“It’s a land yacht,” I say out of the side of my mouth to him. “Not a chariot.”
Evan laughs as Sirius and I walk up the steps. At the top, the driver looks at me and says in a low, rough rumble, “Name’s Red.”
“Emma,” I say with a nervous smile. “And this is Sirius.”
Red turns slightly away from me, reaching for something on the side of his seat. When he turns back my way, I see he’s holding a dog biscuit. He holds it up for Sirius to see and says, “Can you sit, little man?”
Sirius’ butt hits the rubberized mat we’re standing on.
“Good boy,” Red praises. I think he’s smiling, but I can’t really see his mouth under all that hair on his face, but his eyes are crinkled so I think so. He tosses the biscuit to Sirius, who catches it with flopping jowls that throws a small thread of drool to the floor.
I grimace and say apologetically, “Sorry about that. I’ll clean it up.”
“Leave it,” Red growls, but in a nice way. “Dogs drool. It’s not the end of the world.”
And this time, I level him with a big smile. Red clearly is a dog person, and he’s already taken to Sirius. His eyes crinkle more, and I definitely take that to mean he’s truly smiling back at me.
A slight cough behind me, and I realize Evan’s waiting to come up the steps.
“Sorry,” I say as I turn left into the main area of the bus and then just gape at what’s before me. In almost a daze, I lean over and unclip the leash from Sirius’ collar. His nose drops to the floor to start investigating the space.
The sumptuous, ridiculously posh space.
I’m staring at a living area with blond hardwood flooring, a cream leather couch on the right, and two swivel leather chairs to my left. On the other side of the chairs is a built in desk with a laptop, and beyond that is a kitchen with tiled flooring and stainless steel appliances. I can see an open doorway leading into a bedroom with plush cream carpeting, as well as a bed decorated in expensive-looking linens. Sirius takes off to the bedroom and makes a flying leap onto the mattress, where he flops onto his back and
Turning around once, I take a last look at my living room, and I have a moment of sadness to be leaving. I love my house. My little sanctuary where every spare wall is covered with bookcases, and filled with books. I’ve got fiction and non-fiction. Poetry. Self-help books. Romance. Thrillers. Law books.
I’m going to miss my books.
“Come on, Sirius,” I say as I give a little tug on his leash. While he’s a hellion at almost all other times, the minute he’s on a leash, he displays perfect manners and for that, I’m grateful.
We leave my house and I lock up, at least secure in the fact my dad will check on it frequently for me. My bills are all covered, as those were all on auto draft and the only other thing to worry about was my mail, but my neighbor’s going to collect it for me and give it to my dad. He’ll handle any emergencies.
My life is zipped up tidily and now I’m free to go on this… well, whatever this journey is. I still haven’t quite figured it out, because I’m just having an almost impossible time trying to accept that this massive bus in front of me is not only my home for the next thirty days, but my office as well.
Evan waits for me—barefooted—by the open bus doors. I can see the red-bearded guy behind the wheel as I walk Sirius across the front yard, with his nose to the ground sniffing. He pauses, squats, and pees—only because he’s still a puppy and hasn’t figured out how to raise his leg yet—and then we walk up to Evan.
He motions with his hand for us to walk up the steps and says, “Your chariot awaits.”
“It’s a land yacht,” I say out of the side of my mouth to him. “Not a chariot.”
Evan laughs as Sirius and I walk up the steps. At the top, the driver looks at me and says in a low, rough rumble, “Name’s Red.”
“Emma,” I say with a nervous smile. “And this is Sirius.”
Red turns slightly away from me, reaching for something on the side of his seat. When he turns back my way, I see he’s holding a dog biscuit. He holds it up for Sirius to see and says, “Can you sit, little man?”
Sirius’ butt hits the rubberized mat we’re standing on.
“Good boy,” Red praises. I think he’s smiling, but I can’t really see his mouth under all that hair on his face, but his eyes are crinkled so I think so. He tosses the biscuit to Sirius, who catches it with flopping jowls that throws a small thread of drool to the floor.
I grimace and say apologetically, “Sorry about that. I’ll clean it up.”
“Leave it,” Red growls, but in a nice way. “Dogs drool. It’s not the end of the world.”
And this time, I level him with a big smile. Red clearly is a dog person, and he’s already taken to Sirius. His eyes crinkle more, and I definitely take that to mean he’s truly smiling back at me.
A slight cough behind me, and I realize Evan’s waiting to come up the steps.
“Sorry,” I say as I turn left into the main area of the bus and then just gape at what’s before me. In almost a daze, I lean over and unclip the leash from Sirius’ collar. His nose drops to the floor to start investigating the space.
The sumptuous, ridiculously posh space.
I’m staring at a living area with blond hardwood flooring, a cream leather couch on the right, and two swivel leather chairs to my left. On the other side of the chairs is a built in desk with a laptop, and beyond that is a kitchen with tiled flooring and stainless steel appliances. I can see an open doorway leading into a bedroom with plush cream carpeting, as well as a bed decorated in expensive-looking linens. Sirius takes off to the bedroom and makes a flying leap onto the mattress, where he flops onto his back and
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