Chapter 3: Sentimental Gifts
Somehow, Thomas slept through the night, waking up in the morning to find the fire banked and warm blanket draped over him. He smiled, knowing that it must have been Rusty’s doing. He stretched and rolled to his feet, folding the blanket before making his way into the kitchen.
“Mornin’,” said Rusty, offering him a cup of coffee.
“Oh. Thank you. Good morning. Did you get everything fixed?”
“Took half the night, but yeah. I’ll be taking a nap after breakfast. You should go into town. Can you drive?” Rusty was making some kind of scramble as he talked.
“Yeah. I got my license. I’m not from New York City originally.” Thomas leaned against the counter and watched him as he sipped his coffee.
“I’ve got a car you can borrow, if you’d like to go. The town isn’t
