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“Why wash it only for it to get dirty again?”

The pair continue their bickering, which is ht-hearted banter over the condition of my transport, as my suitcases find themselves in a tiny hallway off the open front door

“I’ve put the hot water on,” Chrissy says over her shoulder, disappearing deeper into the cottage “Co, then!”

At the doorstep, I turn back to Ca in, too?”

“I—ah No” His boots scuff against the gravel “I’d best be off home, but I’ll see you around”

“Sure” I try to ta, oddly “I mean, I don’t know exactly where I’ll be, but” My words trail off as his srows

“I’m sure I’ll find you” With that, he turns back to the car “Or you can ask around to find me”

“They know you around here, huh?”

“Aye, just ask for Cameron the not murderer”

I duck ood to know”

“Better they knowall ten of the my hand to reen fingers I’ else”

It’s kind of cute that he’s e as I close the front door

“He’s gone then?” I find Chrissy in the tiny kitchen where she’s boiling an electric kettle Noe’re in the light, I can see her pale hair is actually white and that’s she’s a little older than I’d originally thought Upwards of sixty years old,the way she almost wrestled Cameron for the smaller of my two cases

“Yes, Ca down on the countertop and stick my hands into the back pockets of my jeans The air is kind of stale and the kitchen is worn and dated, but clean Formica cabinets and crea an urn, overfloith fruit I glance down at Gertie the dog, wondering if she comes as part of the job