Misgivings: Day 8

Word Count: 48,006

Summary of Events:

Having collected up the possessions of the previous resident and put them into garbage bags, Greyson decided to ask Mr. Fransbergen whether he would be free to dispose of them as he wished, or if Mr. Fransbergen wanted to deal with them. Since there were several bags, Greyson loaded them into his SUV to drive over to the house, discovering once he'd finished that Sonic had slipped outside while he'd been hauling the bags. He wasn't able to stop her from hopping into the house through a window, where Mr. Fransbergen's dog ended up scaring her onto a bookshelf, from which Greyson retrieved her before asking Mr. Fransbergen to come over and look at the items…

Excerpt of the Day:

Mr. Fransbergen came over. Greyson opened one of the garbage bags, revealing the clothes within.

“All of these bags are full of stuff that I’m presuming belonged to whoever last lived in the trailer,” Greyson said. “A good deal of them are clothes, but there’s also shoes and some magazines and stuff. I was wondering if you were content to let me dispose of these or if you wanted to deal with this stuff yourself instead. I only loaded it in here to save several trips carrying it over there.”

“Hm,” Mr. Fransbergen said, not so much in a tone that suggested he didn’t believe Greyson as almost an impressed tone. “I didn’t realise they’d left so much stuff behind.”
Greyson furrowed his brow slightly. They? He was pretty sure all of this stuff had belonged to one man.

“We’ll deal with it,” Mr. Fransbergen said.

“I’ll drive over there and unload it then,” Greyson said.

Mr. Fransbergen nodded and started toward the house. Greyson closed the hatch on his SUV and drove toward the garage, deliberately following the driveway a tad beyond where he would otherwise have turned in order to reverse his SUV close to the garage door before shutting off his SUV and reopening the hatch.

He waited for Mr. Fransbergen to reach the sidewalk.

“Put it in the living room,” Mr. Fransbergen said.

Greyson took up the first bag and followed Mr. Fransbergen inside, where he set the bag down beneath one of the living room windows, as directed by Mr. Fransbergen.

Part of Greyson expected Mr. Fransbergen to holler for Ayers and Andy, who were both in the house as much as Mr. Fransbergen was. Greyson had waited until they had all gone inside order to ensure that he wouldn’t get in trouble for looking in the door of the long, low building they’d, once again, spent the whole day inside.

Mr. Fransbergen instead watched silently, eventually seating himself on the armrest of the couch as Greyson carried all of the bags into the living room and set them down along the front wall of the living room, heading from the wall that divided the entry from the living room to the second window that peered out of the front wall on toward the end wall, with a double-hung window looking out the gap in the veranda railing toward the trailer that closed off the room.

Greyson felt tired once he’d finished, but at least the bags were dealt with, which was what he’d wanted. He nodded to Mr. Fransbergen, who nodded back silently, and headed out, glancing at the closet to the right and then up the carpeted stairs, at the top of which there was only darkness, suggesting all the doors to the rooms upstairs were closed, denying light to the stairs.

Turning to the left, Greyson stepped out the front door and drew it closed behind him before making his way over to his SUV, whose hatch he closed for a third time before getting behind the wheel and driving back to the trailer.