kitchenette and she signed the exit papers sitting there and left her key on top of them. She led us to the door. “I think I'm really going to miss this place. As sad as it sounds, it was the adventure of my life living here on the water.”
We stepped out onto the deck and she locked the door to her cabin one final time. Then she brightened. “I have my own flat.” Then her look turned silly. “With no bloody furniture. I think I need to go shopping for at least a futon or something before we need to be back at Jubilee Gardens tonight.”
I bit my lower lip, squinted an eye, and said, “I... have the furniture from my place before I moved back in with the folks after...” I couldn't say it so I just continued, “It's stored in our garage. You're welcome to any of it. Wouldn't take much, your studio is teeny tiny.”
Her smile bloomed and she asked with humor tinging her voice, “Take me to meet the parents?”
I suppressed a chuckle and bumped my side into her and sputtered, “No it's... I...” I exhaled. “Do you want furniture or not you wanker?”
She nodded cutely. I don't know why, but her imposing height just made the gesture almost... adorable? Vulnerable?
She balanced herself on the edge of the gangplank and looked back over the five barges that were all lashed together, then let out a breath and we walked down to where Animal and Mick were organizing the truck.
I did a double take when I looked back. On the top of the barge marked Tennessee, at what I think they called a pilothouse, was Paya Doshi, hugging her ever-present iPad to her chest. She had a look a proud mother would have, seeing her child off to Uni or to her own flat. I took a moment to realize that the woman was born for the position, Tabitha Romanov could not have picked a better person to head up the project.
Kace detached from me and stepped up to Mick and pursed her lips and squinted an eye. “Can I borrow you and your truck after we drop my junk at my flat? Mei says she has some furniture I can use at her place. I can pay in Franco's pizza.”
The slightly butch woman nodded her head, her black hair rustling behind her. “Of course String Bean. This is sort of exciting. And I love Franco's.” She grinned like a git, then my girl was back at my side, tugging at my belt loop.
She looked at her... family and smiled and nudged her head toward my car. “Follow the little bumblebee car.” Then before I could protest and say that she was a buttercup, not a bumblebee, she added, “It's more comfortable than being crowded into Mick's cab C.”
Caroline did a silly bobbing hopping walk toward the car and we followed as Mick called out, “Traitor!” Then just like that we were heading toward Kacy's place with a banged up white truck on our tail.
Kace looked into the back seat and said to her friend, “I thought this would give Mick and Darin some alone time.” Then she remembered something and uttered, “Oh,” and pulled out her mobile as I drove. She ordered a couple pizzas and some colas to be delivered to her studio and hung up with a cheesy grin. She glanced at me and scrunched her head down, crinkling her nose. “I almost forgot the address when they asked. Not used to having a place of my own.”
After an argument at the curb, us “ladies” were sent inside with empty hands, Mick and Animal in tow, carrying two boxes each. We took the freight elevator. I have to say that I really, really, love my girl's friends. They seemed genuinely happy for her and impressed by the tiny place and never once said anything about its size. They were in agreement with me that the spectacular view of Hyde Park was the crowning glory.
There was a knock at the door after she got what little food she had in the box marked 'kitchen' into the small under counter fridge in the kitchenette. The cute couple of Mick and Darin got the drums stacked in the corner. She
We stepped out onto the deck and she locked the door to her cabin one final time. Then she brightened. “I have my own flat.” Then her look turned silly. “With no bloody furniture. I think I need to go shopping for at least a futon or something before we need to be back at Jubilee Gardens tonight.”
I bit my lower lip, squinted an eye, and said, “I... have the furniture from my place before I moved back in with the folks after...” I couldn't say it so I just continued, “It's stored in our garage. You're welcome to any of it. Wouldn't take much, your studio is teeny tiny.”
Her smile bloomed and she asked with humor tinging her voice, “Take me to meet the parents?”
I suppressed a chuckle and bumped my side into her and sputtered, “No it's... I...” I exhaled. “Do you want furniture or not you wanker?”
She nodded cutely. I don't know why, but her imposing height just made the gesture almost... adorable? Vulnerable?
She balanced herself on the edge of the gangplank and looked back over the five barges that were all lashed together, then let out a breath and we walked down to where Animal and Mick were organizing the truck.
I did a double take when I looked back. On the top of the barge marked Tennessee, at what I think they called a pilothouse, was Paya Doshi, hugging her ever-present iPad to her chest. She had a look a proud mother would have, seeing her child off to Uni or to her own flat. I took a moment to realize that the woman was born for the position, Tabitha Romanov could not have picked a better person to head up the project.
Kace detached from me and stepped up to Mick and pursed her lips and squinted an eye. “Can I borrow you and your truck after we drop my junk at my flat? Mei says she has some furniture I can use at her place. I can pay in Franco's pizza.”
The slightly butch woman nodded her head, her black hair rustling behind her. “Of course String Bean. This is sort of exciting. And I love Franco's.” She grinned like a git, then my girl was back at my side, tugging at my belt loop.
She looked at her... family and smiled and nudged her head toward my car. “Follow the little bumblebee car.” Then before I could protest and say that she was a buttercup, not a bumblebee, she added, “It's more comfortable than being crowded into Mick's cab C.”
Caroline did a silly bobbing hopping walk toward the car and we followed as Mick called out, “Traitor!” Then just like that we were heading toward Kacy's place with a banged up white truck on our tail.
Kace looked into the back seat and said to her friend, “I thought this would give Mick and Darin some alone time.” Then she remembered something and uttered, “Oh,” and pulled out her mobile as I drove. She ordered a couple pizzas and some colas to be delivered to her studio and hung up with a cheesy grin. She glanced at me and scrunched her head down, crinkling her nose. “I almost forgot the address when they asked. Not used to having a place of my own.”
After an argument at the curb, us “ladies” were sent inside with empty hands, Mick and Animal in tow, carrying two boxes each. We took the freight elevator. I have to say that I really, really, love my girl's friends. They seemed genuinely happy for her and impressed by the tiny place and never once said anything about its size. They were in agreement with me that the spectacular view of Hyde Park was the crowning glory.
There was a knock at the door after she got what little food she had in the box marked 'kitchen' into the small under counter fridge in the kitchenette. The cute couple of Mick and Darin got the drums stacked in the corner. She
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