Homeless
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“You can’t go in there,” the burly looking security guard barked, standing in front of Fawn’s doorway, arms crossed.
Ted eyed him. The man was too big to push aside. “That’s her room.”
The man looked at Fawn, still smushed up against Ted’s chest, with a mixture of sympathy and disgust. “Doesn’t matter. She can’t go in until the structural engineer checks it out.”
“And when would?”
“Tomorrow. At the earliest.”
A very wet sob coming from Fawn. Ted hugged her shoulder, not knowing what to say. “What started it?”
“Can’t say for certain but the iron was plugged in. Luckily it looks like it was confined to the bathroom.”
Fawn was ironing in the bathroom? Was that normal? His mom ironed in the living room in front of the tv.
“She tried to burn the dorm down, psycho b**ch.” This venom came from a little brown haired thing.
Causing Fawn to stiffen. More drama. Ted sighed. Why couldn’t she get along with anyone? “Where’s she supposed to stay tonight?”
The man shrugged, uncaring. “Not here.”
Ted looked at the angry faces lining the hallway. It didn’t look like any of them would help. “Could we get a few things?”
“No.” No movement on this either.
The sobbing increased in volume. He stifled the nasty desire to tell her to pull herself together. What to do? They couldn’t remain here. “Come on, Fawn, we’ll straighten it out at my place.”
As they turned to leave, Ted thought he heard “bet he has a girlfriend” coming from someone in the crowd.
Continue reading February 27th.
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Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008
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