Page 81 of Found Objects
“Since, perhaps, I might want to attack you in here.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t have much experience with this.”
“With what?”
I gestured between the two of us.
“How?”
I looked around for somewhere to sit down, but the question was where.
“What’re you doing?”
“It looks like an armoire exploded in here.”
“A what?”
“Like a chest of drawers.” I pointed at mine.
“I need one of those.”
“I’ll make you one. I made that one.”
“You made that?”
I nodded.
“Ondine’s right, you’re good at everything.”
My smile came out quickly.
“So, yeah, I’m slowly hanging stuff up.”
“I see that.”
He squinted at me. “I’m getting there.”
“No, it’s fine, I just… It’s all very similar.”
“I’m sorry?”
I cleared my throat. “I’ve just never seen so many pairs of cargo pants, and long-sleeved T-shirts, and white crew socks.”
“Construction,” he said, exaggerating the word for me. “You get that you’re involved with a guy who works with his hands, right?”
I chuckled. “But why is everything the same color?”
“No, no. Those are very different shades of khaki, brown, and gray.”
“Of course. How crazy of me not to notice.”
He suddenly dropped the basket of socks he was carrying and darted around the king-size bed to me.
“No, go back to your side. You’ve got a million more things to put away. I cannot sleep in disorder.”
