I approached the packhouse nervously. Since Michael left with his mom and little brother, it had fallen into worse and worse shape. The grass was tall, and there were patches of weeds everywhere. The gate surrounding the packhouse looked rusted, and parts were falling off. Even a few of the windows looked cracked.
I walked up the driveway nervously. I was ten minutes early, which I thought was best. Early to show I’m serious and punctual, but not too early.
I knocked on the door and waited patiently. After a minute, I could hear someone stumbling on the other side of the door. I stepped back right before they flung it open. A woman stood in the doorway, dressed but not covering much. An acrid smell came from her. “What?” she snapped.
“Um, I have an interview with Alpha Lawrence today
