Misgivings: Day 5

Word Count: 30,101

Summary of Events:

Tired after having moved all of his things into the mobile home, Greyson decided to go to bed early, which caused him to discover that the mattress had a hole exposing a sharp point nearly at the middle, forcing him to sleep closer to the edge. In the morning Greyson had a simple breakfast of eggs and a banana before going to wash his dishes. The water that came out of the faucet looked like cloudy wine for a long time before clearing, so he decided to call a plumber to find out what it meant. While he waited for the plumber, Greyson unpacked some of his clothes, as well as deciding to wash all the countertops, tabletops, and windows, during which he saw Ayers and the stocky man who'd accosted him walking across the yard…

Excerpt of the Day:

Ayers had a completely different shape to his face from the stocky man, with the stocky man’s face being fairly rounded, while Ayers’ face was more elliptical, rather like Mr. Fransbergen’s, which made Greyson wonder if he was Mr. Fransbergen’s son despite their differences, most notably in eye colour.

The two men opened the sliding door into the long, low building they reached first, coming from the house, only wide enough for them to get in. They left the door ajar, but if there were any lights within, they certainly weren’t high-powered LEDs, as the interior looked pitch-black.

Greyson wanted to keep watching, but he forced himself to move on to cleaning the main bathroom with the all-surface cleaner first before going back to the master bathroom to switch cleaner bottles, as well as hanging the cloth he’d used onto a larger towel bar that hung on the bathroom wall with a fresh cloth, as well as the little hand squeegee that he used for cleaning the windows.

He started by cleaning the bedroom windows, of which there was one looking out onto the back yard, and one looking to the front, through which he saw Ayers emerge from the building, heading in the direction of the quonset.

Greyson then moved to the kitchen where there was a window over the sink and a window just beside the front entry area where there was probably enough space for it to officially be considered a breakfast nook instead of an empty area of linoleumed floor.

Through that front-facing window Greyson saw the stocky man heading for the quonset, or maybe the house.

Greyson next cleaned the sliding doors in the dining area that would’ve led out onto a back deck if the back deck hadn’t been burned and hacked off the place. Now they led to an at least metre-high drop.

Then came the big picture window looking out front again, through which he saw Ayers heading back to the long, low building with some small stuff in his one hand. He saw Ayers look toward him suspiciously. He wondered if that was simply because Ayers didn’t like him, or if it was because Ayers specifically disliked the fact that he was cleaning the windows.

Greyson nevertheless continued cleaning. The big picture window took quite a long time to clean, as it was probably at least a metre and a quarter tall, maybe even a metre and a half, and definitely two metres wide. It was the largest single pane of glass Greyson had ever seen. If it got shattered, Greyson doubted he’d be able to replace it without buying a whole new window, and he didn’t know if windows were even made big enough to fit such a vast opening.

As a result, he was still cleaning the big window when Mr. Fransbergen — the bull terrier faithfully at his heels, even if his gait laboured, as well as hobbling a bit like his master’s — walked over to the ajar door and into the long, low building.