The five of us sat together in the living room, having sporadic conversations with gaps of silence. There wasn't much to talk about, being that we all did the same things everyday, nothing new ever occurred. Granted there was the time Roman was convinced there was a ghost in his room, but as it turns out the air conditioning had just been turned back on for the summer. Roman was still sure it was the ghost of Belinda, the founder of the home, and never turned down the opportunity to retell his story. Roman now sat with Molly, having a quiet conversation. Molly rarely talked to anyone other than Roman. On occasion she would say something barely audible to me, when the silence between us became unbearable, but the numbers of times could be counted on my fingers. Zeke sat next to me, as per usual, and at the moment was trying to pick a song on his iPod. We each had a headphone tucked away in our one of our ears and every time he moved mine would fall out, but I was used to it by now. He was very indecisive, he would pick a song, listen to it for a few seconds and then change it. In the end, I would most likely be control of the music. For now, I let him be. I had almost forgot about Greyson being in the room when he blurted out something quite random.
"You know what I haven't had in a long time? Ice cream."
Everyone paused for a moment.
"Yeah, I could really go for some."
Roman commented, I shook my head in agreement.
"Let's get some!"
Zeke exclaimed, getting a sarcastic chuckle from Greyson.
"You going to drive us?"
Greyson asked, bringing me to the sad realization that we were in fact going to go without ice cream. Unless, a miracle was preformed on one of us. Zeke sighed and went back to choosing a song. My mind drifted to other things, particularly Harry's absence this morning. I was silly to think he would show up every morning, but it felt odd without him there. He said he would be here daily, but he never said for how long. That's when the idea popped into my mind, maybe I would get ice cream after all.
"I may know someone who can drive us."
I declared, standing with my cane and making my way to the hall that Harry always seemed to disappear in. I thought I had heard him earlier, but I may have been mistaken. I had a plan to ask Ruth about his whereabouts if I didn't find him by just walking aimlessly down the hall.
"Harry?"
I called out, walking down the empty hall.
"Harry? Harry are you here?"
I repeated, not hearing any response.
"I'm probably just making an idiot of myself."
I mumbled, heading back towards the living room where the others were. I almost fell when I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind.
"You called?"
Harry chuckled, I sighed in relief.
"You scared me, you jerk."
I grumbled, resting against the wall.
"I just tapped your shoulder, scaredy cat."
He joked, nudging my shoulder.
"Jerk."
I scoffed.
"Scaredy cat."
Harry quipped, poking my shoulder.
