On the road to recovery (Marree)
Aug 30, 2013 17:00:02 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Aug 30, 2013 17:00:02 GMT -5
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From my position on the chair I can't see which neighbor she's talking about. There are a lot of people with children on the street. But when she's talking about Mr. Grumpy downstairs I know exactly who she means.
"Oh you met Mr. Grumpy. Don't worry about him. He's always like that. I've never seen the guy in a good mood. " To make a point I stomp my good foot on the wooden floor boards. "Right?"
I'm a little surprised that she'd put ice cubes in our cups because tea is supposed to be hot but maybe she likes hers cold or drinkable so I don't say anything.
Kalina likes my food, which is flattering or very polite, I'm not sure so I taste it and come to the conclusion that it is edible and not that bad. "You do? Good, cause I can't help it if you don't."
She goes on to tell me about her work the next day, which makes me think that she might have some spare time later in the afternoon. "If you're not too busy..." Am I getting ahead of myself if I ask her to see me again. I bite my lip smiling and take a spoonful. "It's not that bad for a guy who can't really cook, eh?"
Shaking my head I assure her that she doesn't sound like a broken record. "No, I mean, not really, I do have some hobbies. I like swimming and playing the odd game of football..." Scratching my head I wonder what else I could tell her. "When I was younger I used to play the mandolin but not anymore, so you could safely say I don't have anything to do." I shrug because unfortunately I can't tell her any more intellectual hobbies because I don't read or write poems or anything like that.
"What about you? Maybe you can show me one of yours so I don't become too bore while I have to sit around."
Scooping up some more food I keep blowing at the hot food and eat it. I've been really hungry so my plate is already half empty while hers has barely changed.
"Are you sure you like it?"
Suddenly there's a loud knock on my door that makes me jump. My neighbors voice hollers through the door. "Stop making so much noise, James!" The guy never gets my name right. Plus he seems to be having an extremely bad day.
"That's what happens when people are unemployed for too long." I whisper and show her not to answer the man.