Then again, I probably should take some time to head out to the farm.
I take public transportation back to Jessa’s house, knowing I’ll have to deal with my apartment as well. I groan, not wanting to go back there.
The bus lets me off a few blocks away from the house, and I change my shoes before making the journey. No need to get blisters on the walk back.
As I turn onto the street, I think back to the run I did with Burton. We didn’t text much the rest of the trip, which was probably a good thing. I had a lot going on, and I didn’t want to be distracted when I needed to secure my spot in this organization.
I glance down the road, smiling as I see the guys’ house. Then I turn my attention to Jessa’s house and see a car in the driveway. It looks an awful lot like my car.
What is it doing here?
I pick up my pace. Did they have it towed here? I’ve heard nothing from Jessa since I’ve been gone, but that could be because of how much she’s probably working as well.
Glancing in the car’s window, there’s the light pink scrunchie around the stick shift and small beads around the rearview mirror. Both are mine.
I turn and hurry into the house, but the door is hard to open. Is someone trying to keep me out?
It’s only when I’ve got it open enough to stick my head in that I see a lot of boxes piled up. Why would they be right there, though?
Maybe Jessa had some stuff in a storage shed and just had it delivered. I really need to talk to my new roommate so I’m not so surprised bythings like this.
“Jessa?” I call out. “Jessa?”
I push hard enough that the boxes give way, causing me to stumble on my way into the house.
There’s an open box, and I see a lot of familiar items.
Is this my stuff?
Jessa isn’t here, so I pull out my phone to call her.
“Hey, new roomie,” Jessa says, her tone cheery.
“Hey. I just got home from the road trip. My car is out front, and there are boxes with all my stuff in them.” I don’t even know what question to ask.
“Yeah, Burton got the car running, and we figured we’d move stuff over for you. Just so you wouldn’t get accidentally embalmed or something.”
I laugh at her tone and say, “Sadly, that was a possibility. You guys didn’t have to do this. How did you know what was mine?”
“Well, I went and talked to Chandie, and she kind of threw anything that was yours in a pile out in the kitchen. So, if I’ve missed something, you can always go ask her for it.”
I shake my head. “At this point, I’ll just rebuy what I’m missing. Thank you so much. What do I owe you? Did you get a moving truck or anything?”
“No, we just took a few carloads. All the guys helped.”
My throat tightens, and I try to force back the emotion there. “Thank you.” It comes out all squeaky and high.
This feels a little like what it would’ve beenlike to have siblings. I’ve never been able to lean too hard on my grandparents for stuff like this because they’re older and more fragile.
“Of course. The guys had some time, and we figured that would be the best. Burton led the charge.”
That gets my heart pumping even more, which shouldn’t because he doesn’t affect me like that. Okay, that’s a lie, but this is the baby stage of talking. Like feeling things out and seeing if texting back and forth is worth it.
“I’ll have to say thank you. If you know their favorite treats, I can put together a little gift.”
“For sure. I’ll text that to you. I’m on my way to a basketball game, so I won’t be back until late. Settle in. I’m glad you made it back.”
“Me too. Hopefully, you’ll be on the next trip.”
