Chapter 5: Seeing Things

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Amberlee makes her way out of Erica and Holly's house, seeing that it is seven forty five. She didn't bother leaving earlier, seeing that his address is close to Erica and Holly's place and the most it would take is ten minutes. She makes her way into her car, going to drive over to the address.

The road becomes more rocky, filled with rocks and dirt when she turns on the path. She drives slow, not wanting for her tires to puncture. After driving down the path and rounding the thick tree she spots a small trailer, lights being on and a motorcycle being in front of the trailer with boxes of tools in front of it.

She parks her car and goes to make her way out of it, closing the door behind her and locking the door. She walks over to the motorcycle, immediately recognizing it as the same motorcycle he use to drive during High School years, the same motorcycle he drove at that after party years ago. She remembers when he told her that night it was his grandfathers, now she sees why he keeps it up and holds onto it, because it is a special possession.

Amberlee smiles small at the thought, her going to step up the three little steps before knocking on the door. She waits for a few long minutes, her tapping her foot against the wood. She looks to the door when it opens, revealing a elderly woman with oxygen pongs in her nose, a oxygen tank being connected to her wheelchair. She smiles brightly when she sees Amberlee, her going to wave at her. "Hello!" Amberlee waves politely. The woman points towards her ears while shaking her head. "Yeah Ryder told me...sorry you can't hear."

The woman does her shaky hands in a come here motion, using her hands to move her wheelchair to give Amberlee space to come in. Amberlee smiles while making her way inside of the house, going to close the door behind her. She smiles when she sees bingo numbers and game chips on the small table, a older man sitting in a wheelchair with a oxygen tank attached to it, his shaky hand putting a chip on a number. The woman goes to tap on his shoulder, him looking at her before she moves her hands to talk to him, him going to look behind her at Amberlee.

Amberlee waves at him with a smile, him waving back with a nice smile. He motions towards a chair, Amberlee going to round the small table and going to sit down on the chair, sitting across from them. The woman goes to motion with her hands while making a apologetic face. "I'm sorry I don't...understand..."

The woman motions towards the pen next to Amberlee, her going to pick it up and hand it to the woman. The woman begins to write with a shaky hand, Amberlee looking at her shaky hand write. She goes to hand the paper and pen back to Amberlee, her going to read it.

'Sorry for the wait. Motorcycle broken. Ryder walk home.'

Amberlee nods her head, a soft sigh escaping her from the words. Why wouldn't he just ask her for a ride then? Amberlee smiles back up at the woman, going to write 'It's okay, I'll wait' before she hands the paper back to the woman.

Soon enough the door opens, Ryder making his way inside. "You were waitin long?" He questions while taking off his jacket.

"No." Amberlee shakes her head. Ryder goes to hang his jacket up on the coat hanger before he goes to sit right next to Amberlee. Amberlee sees the woman begin to motion with her hands, having a big smile on her face. "What is she saying?"

"She's saying she is glad you came." Ryder responds.

Amberlee smiles at her. "Of course, I'm more than happy to do this painting for you and your husband." She responds. Ryder motions with his hands, Amberlee seeing the man and the woman smile brightly at each other, both of them motioning with their hands.

"They say bless you for your gracious heart." Ryder says, watching his grandmother motion with her hands, having a smile on her face. "She says you're gorgeous too." Ryder says while smiling at Amberlee.

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