Chapter 12: Through the windows into black

GG dropped me off at Susan’s house. Susan greeted me warmly in blue jeans and an auburn shirt. She was quick to put me to work. I was sent to the attic to retrieve an old television. Then she stood around in the twins’ room and directed me as I gathered up Scott’s stuff and disassembled his bed. The stereo, guitar, and car posters were definitely his, so I gathered them up. The console and television stayed along with everything I was certain was Daniel’s.

My other added, “You should still slay the alligator and beware the fox thinks you’re a chicken.” Just shut the fuck up. I’m 14. I don’t slay people and Susan maybe a fox, but that has nothing to do with me.

I tossed what I could down the basement stares, keeping the breakable stuff to be carried down. Susan was mostly hovering so I asked, “You ready to get started?”

“Go down in the basement. I’ll join you in a moment.”

“Hey Daddy O”

“What was that?”

“Ramones, never mind. I’ll go ahead and get started, Ma’am.”

“Call me, Suzie.”

We cleaned out the basement before setting Scott’s stuff up. All in all, it took less than four hours. I mostly carried boxes and put the bed back together while she directed things.

Susan smiled at me, “We should celebrate.”

“It wasn’t that hard, ma’am.” Though I did all the heavy lifting so it shouldn’t be an issue with you.

“Go on have a seat on the sofa, I think you deserve a treat.” She departed up the steps. I sat on the green sofa. One of the cushions had a large rip in it which was covered in duct tape. She had wanted to get rid of it. I told her to leave it. She eventually agreed.

When she returned, she carried a bottle of wine and two glasses. Her hair was now undone from the ponytail. I think the color would be best described as chestnut with a hint of a natural curl. She had changed clothes, while she was gone. The jeans and auburn shirt had been replaced by a green dress that clung to her skin.

Her breasts were about the size of my sister’s. The open neck of the dress caused them to come together and create a near perfect valley between them. Her eyes were a shade of hazel that was somehow magnified by her glasses. What the hell is going on? Why did she change clothes?

“Are you alright, Ma’am?”

“I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“You changed clothes.”

“Do you like the new dress?”

“It’s very umm...” Sexy? Attractive? Erection inducing? Finally I found the word that wouldn’t get me slapped, “beautiful.”

She approached the couch and set beside me, very close beside me. She poured the wine into two glasses and handed me one, “I really shouldn’t.”