laundry love [completed]

f o r t y t h r e e : bohemian kaftans

"how did you find me, anyway?"

"i didn't. actually, no one did."

"then?"

"there was this lady standing outside your house for a long time. i assumed she was a lost tourist but apparently she wasn't. she was the one who hinted that you might be at the cemetery."

"weird. is she still at the house?"

"no."

"oh."

"she's not at the house, ira. she's waiting for you outside."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"m o m ?"

"hi, baby."

[a/n: shit just hit the fan.]