Friday morning, on his way to the laundry cabin to get mops and a bucket for cabin cleaning duty, Davie saw a car parked beside Maddox’s truck. There was also a light on in Slade’s cabin, so he figured the man was back again.
Maybe I can skip clean-up if he’s here to tell me about the proposition he mentioned. That would frost Grey’s ass.
It didn’t happen. Davie and Grey spent the morning getting everything as spotless as possible. Not that Maddox would come by to inspect. It was presumed, and rightly so, that everyone was old enough to do their cleaning without prompting or a threat of punishment if they didn’t. As Ash had said to Davie when he ran into him the first Friday he was there, “For all of us this is home for now, and a lot better than the streets. So taking one morning a week
