Kentrell found himself in the laundry room, trying to get his thoughts together. He knows he said they could bring her here. He wanted as much when he ensured they had his name and address correct. But he didn't think that it would be this so soon. But there was no turning back. She was here now.
Kentrell walked back upstairs, heading back to the bedroom where he left her before. Portia was sitting on the bed with a folder in her hands. When he opened the door, she looked toward him. She patted the seat next to her, "I don't understand what this is for." he sat next to her, "Understand what?" She waved the folder in her grasp. He slowly grabbed it when she stopped moving it around. "Well, let's have a look. Hmmm?"
He read over it. It was filled with multiple sheets of paper with sticky notes attached to some and index cards with further instructions. He figured he would read the rest later. The two front pages had her information on them, so that's why he read first. That was the information he needed right now.
"It's your information. Also, it explains what happened to you." when he looked at her, he explained further, "It says you didn't sustain or long term. So you're going to continue to be yourself, okay? You're here with me —your man." He hesitated on the last two words, but he just went with it.
"Man?!" What did he mean by that? I don't think I liked how that sounded. But maybe it's good. He looks nice, and would that nice lady leave me here if he wasn't? So, no worries.
"Is this the um thing um we do as my man?" She kicked herself as she stumbled over her thoughts, and she shied away when he looked at her, confused about what she was trying to say. So much so that she just walked away, happy that she found her way back to the bedroom she was sitting in earlier.
