“The father?”
“He should know what I mean.”
“Okay.” She met my eyes as she responded. Better. I wrote the address down for her, then watched as she headed off to pull on her shoes and make her way off to the cellar exit.
Regent: “Huh. I didn’t know the dork was religious.”
“And me?” Sierra asked.
“Go to the basement, get a box of supplies, and bring it up. There should be a propane stove in there. Cook up some rice, and then start cleaning out the cupboards.
Ah, so Sierra gets the cleaning duty.
Wear gloves, and focus on picking out the stuff we can keep from the stuff that needs to be thrown out. Use the box from the supplies to hold some of the extra trash if you need to.”
Makes sense. There’s still going to be a couple things that weren’t ruined by the Shattering in there. Like bottles made of hard plastic.
“Okay.”
I walked over to the corner to find a broom and dustpan.
Are you going to help with the cleaning too?
“You’re cleaning up too?”
“Yeah. You were at the hospital last night, right? How did things go?”
I would very much like to know that too.
…are your parents alive?
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