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No idea why he’d been evicted. He didn’t tell me. I didn’t ask. The house was littered with moving boxes and bubble wrap as it slowly made its way into being a livable space. “He’s not a dog. ” Barkley turned around three times and flopped in a gangly pile in the corner, next to a pile of Styrofoam packing popcorn. ” Thierry closed George’s front door behind him. ” George sighed. “I have allergies. ” I burst into tears. Pretty much anything was setting the waterworks off now. George looked stricken at my soggy reaction.
My blanket. My new favorite possession in the world. After I’d pulled it together enough to stop wailing, Thierry stroked the hair back off my face and looked down at me. “I need to get you out of here. ” I leaned back to look up at him. ” He nodded grimly. ” He gently moved his thumb across my cheek to wipe away the tears. “If I knew you were coming by I might have rescued a nicer bathrobe. But seeing that this is now the full extent of my wardrobe . . ” I sighed, glad I no longer had a reflection to show me exactly how hellish I looked at the moment.
So tired. So very tired. No. . Don’t you dare close your eyes . . Zzzzz. “And then I fell asleep,” I explained to my best friend Amy the next day. “Like Rip Van-freaking-Winkle. And ruined what could quite possibly have been the most incredible night of my life. ” Amy shook her blond head in silence. ” I blinked, then looked both ways as we crossed a busy intersection after visiting the fourth clothing store of the day. ” I cleared my throat. ” I was homeless. Still twitching from watching the sum total of my twenty-eight years go up in flames.