Chapter 2
Baily brought me to his room at bedtime that night. “I won’t let anyone take you,” he promised. “We’ll live together in my truck, if we have to.”
Though I very much appreciated the sentiment, I’d become accustomed to, ah, certain amenities, certain luxuries. Those seven bathrooms I previously mentioned? Sure, I had no use for most of their functions, but I certainly would miss the toilet paper.
I stayed with Baily a while, to take care of him, while he thought he was taking care of me. Once he’d dozed off, I decided to explore, like I usually did at night. Del had chosen a room at the other end of the hall, a long hall. His light was on, but when I peeked in, he wasn’t there.
Other emotions surfaced, but not surprise, as I located him in the den. Dressed in nothing but boxer
