Chapter Six
NicoIt’s hours later, when I finally return, dusty, exhausted, and desperately in need of a shower. And given the way today went, it wouldn’t surprise me if Alison insisted I bathe with the hose inside the crushing pad. All afternoon, I’ve been itchy and tense. Filled with an electric kind of agitation that even a leisurely ride down the winding roads of Mt. Veeder doesn’t calm.
I pause at the trailer door, hand resting on the handle. Should I knock? f**k no, I reprimand myself. Alison may not like that she has a house guest, but for the time being, this is my place and I have every right to come and go as I please. Without knocking, I burst into the living room and drop my sack of new clothes on the floor.
“Don’t do that,” Alison yelps, jumping back from the stove.
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