Chapter 14The wall of laundry I was holding had crumbled like a house of cards.
“Oh,” Finn said, “you didn’t mean good as in turn the knob, huh?”
“That would be correct.” I stepped up into the hallway with a grunt and searing pain in my hip. “All that work…”
“I’ll just stuff them in my bag as is.” Finn leaned Dolly against the wall and started gathering his things.
“You will not, young man. You will refold every piece of laundry on this floor.”
“You’re not my real dad!”
That cracked me up. “Sounds like you’ve said that before.”
“Maybe once or twice. I was a brat for a while in my early teens.”
I slid down the wall where Dolly rested to join the kaleidoscope-like pattern made by Finn’s winter wardrobe strewn all about. It was cold down there.
“They don’t keep the basement and hallw
