Fina

Chapter Five- Goodbye and Hello

Chapter Five: Goodbye and Hello

I wake up hours later, in satin sheets once more, a silk robe wrapped around my shoulders, I feel the smoothness all around me. I miss this, I smoothly slide the blankets off myself and sit up. The gentle velvetiness of the silk pajamas slide like water over my skin, something I had become so accustomed to. The last week in the woods have made me realize how much I really missed this. Well, I can’t stick around here to long, it was nice to sleep like this but I think I’ve lingered a little too long. I need to dye my hair, and perhaps, leave. I’m not sure how long it is safe to be here, Gahiji is probably on his way here at the mome--! What if he is here! I clamber out of bed and scurry across the floor to the door. I stop, and listen. I listen for any noise that could be echoing through the house, any foot step, and breath. I hear nothing. Slowly I walk out of the room, tip toeing through the house, checking every room every window. After I make a full round through the house I calm down. I’m clear. I need to get dressed, so I’ll go back to my room. As I walk down the hallway, the mirror on the wall catches my attention. I look briefly as I walk past, ok, I forgot about my hair. I’ll get dressed and then finish dying my hair. It’s hot today, very hot. As I rummage through my clothes I find a shirt that should be suitable for today. It’s a pink cotton shirt, halter top with a metal rod around the neck to keep it up on my shoulders. The shirt is short, it covers my chest, but then cuts down my front and slides down around to my back, exposing my stomach. I add with it a pair of light, thin cotton pants that are very…well the only word I can think of at the moment is fluffy, poufy, something like that. I put it on and walk out to go finally dye my hair.

The large pots in the kitchen should work, I grab one and put it up on the wood stove. Not caring about anyone seeing me anymore I open the stove, good there’s wood in, I put out my hand and flames shoot forth. The wood catches fire and starts to burn, quickly heating up the stove. I take the large pot outside to the pump, its heavy, and it will be heavier when I fill it with water. Once again, I pump, until water starts pouring forth. Now that I’ve filled the pot with water, I have to lug it back into the house. You can believe me, this is quite a chore. This thing must way 30 pounds, and I’m not all that strong so, this is hard. Dragging, pulling, grunting, groaning, I pull the pot across the grass towards the house. At last though, I reach the door to the kitchen. A few more pulls, and it is next to the stove. Oh, now what? Now how do I get it up? Ok, here’s what I’ll do, I’ll muster all my strength into one pull and see if it is enough to lift it up.

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PULL! I lift the pot up into the air, trying to pull it over onto the stove at the same time. I did it. The water needs to start boiling before I add the berries in, so I’ll let it do that, while I go get the berries. I figure I have about five gallons here, so I’m going to need a lot of berries. Walking back to my bedroom I walk past the mirror again. Ug, that’s so got to go, the sight of my hair, a mix of red and blond, does not look very good. I look like a strawberry shortcake! Well not for long. I walk into the room and grabbed the make-shift bag, made out of a pair of my pants, and carried the heavy thing to the kitchen. I figure I’ll need about eight cups because of the size of the pot, that’s going to diminish my supply, but that will happen eventually anyways. As long as it lasts long enough for me to fall out of mind of the people over here.

I pour the berries into the pot, which by now was boiling quite nicely. I feel the steam dancing over my face, my hair dampens, my face too, the warmness, smoothness, the sweet aroma which was now boiling into the air.

Well while that is boiling why don’t I go see if I can figure out a way to get that boat out of the shed and into the water. The dock is a clear shot from the front of the shed. But, we usually keep it in the water during the summer months. When we are moving it between area’s we usually have at least ten men carrying it. Well I do not have the convenience of this so I have to do this all on my own.