Robert "Bob" Caleb (robert_caleb) wrote in instorm, @ 2017-07-07 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | becca marx, bob caleb |
Cleaning House
Who: Bob & Becca
What: Chatting
When: July 4, earlier AM
Where: Around their trailers
Status: Closed, complete
Even before he stepped out of the comfortably air conditioned trailer, he knew it was going to be another hot day. The humidity had broken the day before, and the breeze was blowing nicely off the water (miles distant though it was) but by noon it was going to be in the 80s, at least. But that was the price he paid for coming back here, he guessed. His eyes shifted first to the chair as they always did, but she wasn't there. He hadn't really expected her to be, but it always made him feel better when the girl was there. But as long as he saw her often enough, he didn't worry too much. Tried not to worry, anyway; he figured he was always going to worry about her. But that wasn't today's worry. Today's worry was the ravaged screens on both sides of the trailer. He'd popped them out the day before, rescreened the frames last night, and now was the task of popping them back in and hoping whatever had done it - probably squirrels - had the manners not to do it again. Leaning the stack of them against the trailer near the door of it, he plucked out the first screen and moved to the window ... and then figured he may as well clean it while he had the screens off. When the hell had he turned into such an old lady, he wondered as he went back inside to get the Windex and a roll of paper towels to start on the first of the six windows around the trailer. |