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D E C E I V E Ch5 P2
The bathroom definitely wasn't what Dakota was expecting. Sure, during the winter months he often snuck into the city's recreation center to take a shower there. He'd never been in a fancy washroom at all. He had expected maybe some fancy towels or something like that. But this... This was something from a whole alien world to him.
There was a stand-in shower on the left side of the room, beside the huge closet and beside the long counter with double porcelain sinks. A vast mirror stretched the whole length of the counter and various bottles of shampoos, soaps, and perfumes were placed neatly in all the corners.
"Does this girl actually use all of this stuff?!" Dakota muttered as he picked up the closest bottle, labeled as some kind of cherry-scented hair conditioner.
The smooth granite counter was polished and clean, matching the marble tile floors. Thick and fluffy towels hung up on the walls and a plus
D E C E I V E Ch5 P1Chapter Five
Alana and Lucy sat quietly on the bed, unsure of what to say or do. They had left the park with Dakota escorting them back safely to Alana's home. Their protector waited patiently somewhere outside.
Now, Alana was faced with a new challenge; How to explain herself to her best friend. She ran over words in her head but none of them sounded the way she'd like. She felt like scum, the worst friend in the world.
"Luce..." she began, but Lucy looked over at her with her big brown eyes and cut her off.
"Don't worry, Lana. I understand. When my grandmother passed away years ago, I had a hard time letting go of anything that was hers. When someone leaves us something precious we want to protect it at all costs. I would not have forgiven you if you just let those men take your necklace. Your father left that for you and it's something you cherish so much that it is a part of you."
Alana bit her lip and fought back the tears. "But Luce..
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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