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expenses entail. I’m thinking—you might need to ship some personal stuff; or put things into storage. Accounting has approved the amount. So I would say, use what you need now, and if there is any left, just put it in the bank, or use it to buy things you might need when you are at the residence.”
“Okay. I just wanted to be sure.”
The next four weeks passed too slowly. He was not accustomed to having so much free time on his hands, so little structure. He was still careful with what money he had and still lived as someone who was on the precipice of disaster. Once he was installed in his new job, and he knew what to expect, he would finally be able to relax about finances.
He was leaving his car as promised to his sister Carrie, to use as soon as she got her driving permit. He was taking two suitcases full of clothes, his laptop, some of his books, his paranormal investigation equipment. Not all that much really. Some of his furniture was going into storage. He was heading into the vast unknown as far as he could see. He would know more once he got there and figured things out.
At the end of April the weather in Boston was expected to be mild. As the plane approached Logan airport, Jason began to feel nervous. “It’s just like starting any new job,” he told himself, “you’ll get over it.” He was anxious about the living arrangements. He just wished he knew exactly what to expect. Well, I’ll find out soon enough I guess .
The taxi pulled up to a large two story red and grey brick building on a narrow street in a quiet section of Beacon Hill. The building looked large enough to contain several apartments or condos possibly.
Above a set of shiny double black doors at the front of the building, a gold plaque read: 1626 Beacon Street. This was the right address. But which one was the right door?
Two shiny black doors were at either end of the front of the building, identical to the two front doors at the center. All of the doors had three brick steps leading up to them. There were three mailboxes total, one at each set of doors. It was a little confusing. Which one was the place he was looking for? He decided to ring the doorbell under the gold plaque at the center doors of the building.
He heard a pleasant sounding chime. He waited nervously. He half expected a butler or maid to open the doors, given the size and stateliness of the place. Only in the movies .
Augere answered the door. Jason immediately felt his throat go dry and tighten at seeing him again, and so unexpectedly. For some reason he hadn’t thought he would see him personally. Not like this. The sky was overcast but Augere stepped back slightly as he squinted a little. “Come in.” The tone of voice was even softer than Jason remembered. His eyes were almost shyly downcast and Jason couldn’t see his full expression.
Jason brought in the larger of his suitcases and nodded as he said a quick hello. Then he retrieved his other two bags from the sidewalk and set them down inside the large foyer.
He quickly took in Augere’s casual appearance: black jeans and a dark grey long sleeved pullover shirt. Impossibly he seemed even younger than Jason remembered him. The suit he had worn when last seen had definitely made him seem somewhat older. Augere continued to make no eye contact and offered no assistance with the luggage. For his part, Jason tried not to stare at him, though he was, arguably, one of the more attractive people, male or female, Jason had ever seen. He moved with such a fluid grace. “This way,” he said softly and took off across the foyer.
Jason followed him, trying to take in his immediate surroundings as they walked across a gleaming dark wood floor. An elegant white and black chandelier hung near the entranceway. On either side of the foyer were identical black elaborately carved wooden doors. Augere led him to the one on the far right side of the foyer.
“Your quarters are here,” he announced and then, with
“Okay. I just wanted to be sure.”
The next four weeks passed too slowly. He was not accustomed to having so much free time on his hands, so little structure. He was still careful with what money he had and still lived as someone who was on the precipice of disaster. Once he was installed in his new job, and he knew what to expect, he would finally be able to relax about finances.
He was leaving his car as promised to his sister Carrie, to use as soon as she got her driving permit. He was taking two suitcases full of clothes, his laptop, some of his books, his paranormal investigation equipment. Not all that much really. Some of his furniture was going into storage. He was heading into the vast unknown as far as he could see. He would know more once he got there and figured things out.
At the end of April the weather in Boston was expected to be mild. As the plane approached Logan airport, Jason began to feel nervous. “It’s just like starting any new job,” he told himself, “you’ll get over it.” He was anxious about the living arrangements. He just wished he knew exactly what to expect. Well, I’ll find out soon enough I guess .
The taxi pulled up to a large two story red and grey brick building on a narrow street in a quiet section of Beacon Hill. The building looked large enough to contain several apartments or condos possibly.
Above a set of shiny double black doors at the front of the building, a gold plaque read: 1626 Beacon Street. This was the right address. But which one was the right door?
Two shiny black doors were at either end of the front of the building, identical to the two front doors at the center. All of the doors had three brick steps leading up to them. There were three mailboxes total, one at each set of doors. It was a little confusing. Which one was the place he was looking for? He decided to ring the doorbell under the gold plaque at the center doors of the building.
He heard a pleasant sounding chime. He waited nervously. He half expected a butler or maid to open the doors, given the size and stateliness of the place. Only in the movies .
Augere answered the door. Jason immediately felt his throat go dry and tighten at seeing him again, and so unexpectedly. For some reason he hadn’t thought he would see him personally. Not like this. The sky was overcast but Augere stepped back slightly as he squinted a little. “Come in.” The tone of voice was even softer than Jason remembered. His eyes were almost shyly downcast and Jason couldn’t see his full expression.
Jason brought in the larger of his suitcases and nodded as he said a quick hello. Then he retrieved his other two bags from the sidewalk and set them down inside the large foyer.
He quickly took in Augere’s casual appearance: black jeans and a dark grey long sleeved pullover shirt. Impossibly he seemed even younger than Jason remembered him. The suit he had worn when last seen had definitely made him seem somewhat older. Augere continued to make no eye contact and offered no assistance with the luggage. For his part, Jason tried not to stare at him, though he was, arguably, one of the more attractive people, male or female, Jason had ever seen. He moved with such a fluid grace. “This way,” he said softly and took off across the foyer.
Jason followed him, trying to take in his immediate surroundings as they walked across a gleaming dark wood floor. An elegant white and black chandelier hung near the entranceway. On either side of the foyer were identical black elaborately carved wooden doors. Augere led him to the one on the far right side of the foyer.
“Your quarters are here,” he announced and then, with
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