Two Souls: Into the Fire # 280
Warning … adult content
TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
Ghost took his cat, Spirit, from Trevor. He didn’t even mind, when Spirit licked his face, and batted his paws into his hair, getting all tangled up, he was so happy to hug Spirit again.
Trevor was trying not to stare at Melody. She was doing her best not to stare at him.
“You look like Ghost,” Trevor said. “Where did you come from?”
Melody smiled. “They found me. I’m Melody, Ghost’s twin sister,” she said, finally finding her voice.
“Cool…I’m Trevor. I draw things.”
Steve rolled his eyes, again, at this awkward exchange. It was getting to be too much for him to take in. “Okay, you got your cat, Ghost, let’s go home.” He pulled out his wallet, and handed Zack $500.00.
“Oh, no…we did it as a favor…no need…” Zack said.
“Take it,” Steve said, thrusting the bills at him. “We appreciate that you watched out for Spirit while we were gone.”
Zack nodded, as he stuffed the money into his pocket. He knew they really did need the money.
“Ghost, get in the car; we gotta go.”
Ghost looked up from murmuring to the cat. “He says y’all took good care of him. So, thank you.”
“He’s a great cat. We had lots of fun playing with him,” Trevor said.
“Catch y’all later,” Steve said, going out the door, followed by Melody, and Ghost. As they drove back to the Yew, Melody held Spirit on her lap. She loved cats, but was never allowed to have one.
At the club, they helped Melody get settled into her room upstairs, then went to find Kinsey again.
“We’re heading home, Kinsey,” Steve said.
“Okay, guess we’ll be fine here. Get some rest,” Kinsey said. “Oh, Terry’s been out to your place, off and on, to make sure it’s all ok, and to air it out. Your house should be just fine.”
“Wait, Steve,” Linda said, before they left. “Take the van. No need to take the U-Haul out there.” She handed Steve the keys. “Whenever you get up and about in the morning, come pick us up, and we’ll ride out to your house for awhile.”
“Will do, Sis,” Steve said, giving her a hug, then he and Ghost were leaving. “Later, y’all.”
“Well now, y’all make yourselves at home,” Kinsey said. “I’ve got business to take care of.”
“We will,” Linda said. “I’m going to get the kids in the shower, then myself. It’s been a long day.” Melody agreed that she’d be doing the same.
“I’m really wanting to go see their house, tomorrow,” she told Linda.
“It’s a bit strange, but you’ll like it,” Linda said, and laughed. “Come on kids, shower time.” She went into their room, closing the door.
Melody waited a few minutes. She stood at the railing, overlooking the club. She took it all in, at least what she could see, since it was dimly lit in the far corners. “I’m home…I’m really home…” she thought.
The club was closed for that night. Kinsey was catching up on bookkeeping, so it was a quiet evening for them all. Melody peeked into Linda’s room to say good-night.
“I’m right here next door to you, and Kinsey’s apartment is just down the hall, so if you need anything, just come on in.”
“I will, thanks,” Melody said.
“I imagine all this is coming at you pretty fast. You know, everything that has happened,” Linda said. “They are all nice people…a bit strange, but don’t worry. We’re family.” Linda tried to reassure Melody.
“It is a bit overwhelming,” Melody said, then yawned. “I’m glad you’re all my family. Good-night.” She went into her room, leaving on only the bathroom light, and tried to sleep, but her mind kept going over all she’d been a part of these last few days.
Steve drove down the familiar road to their house. He was glad to be home, and so tired of driving. Ghost cuddled Spirit, and as they pulled into the driveway, he said, “Home…we’re finally here.”
At the door, Ghost paused to sense the atmosphere inside. “It’s clear,” he told Steve. “Just Terry’s been in.” He and Steve went in, and could tell that Terry had spent at least one night there.
“He never cleans up his mess,” Steve said, as he looked at the half smoked joints in the ashtray, and a couple of beer cans on the coffee table.
“Good ‘ol Terry,” Ghost said. Spirit prowled around, checking things out.
“I’m leaving it all until tomorrow,” Steve said. “Right now, I’m getting in the shower, and going to bed. I’m beat.”
Ghost checked out the kitchen, looking for cat food. He found a can, and gave Spirit a bowl of it. In the refrigerator, he found a six-pack of beer, and some expired lunch meat. Making a face, he closed the door, fast. He went on to his bed room, finding it just as he’d left it. Grabbing a pair of soft, jersey, drawstring pants, he started to change into them, but decided instead to take a shower first, too. Steve was taking forever, though.
He went on into the bathroom, and eased himself into the shower with Steve. Steve smiled, having known Ghost would join him.
Next part coming soon!
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