North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

All So Much

Inside of Hannah's single wide mobile home is mobile home furniture. It really pisses me off how little we, as a society, pay teachers, and one just getting started makes next to nothing.

Over in the kitchen area is a small kitchen table, covered in school supplies. I assume because Hannah is also supplementing her classes supplies out of her own pocket. Morgan and I flicked a looked at each other, and agreed in that unspoken way we have that we need to find a way to fix that. The same way that Helen told Cherlynn that not every diabetic parent that comes into her life is going to get help, we can't help every teacher. We can sure as hell can help the daughter of Sam Parker.

Mobile home furniture is an actual thing. There are stores that specialize in selling it. Such furniture is smaller in scale, to fit the smaller space of a mobile home. Also, the scale helps to go through mobile home width doors. It is lighter in weight to be easy to move around. It uses lower quality coverings and framing because if you live in a mobile home, you can't afford zillion-dollar leather-covered sectional couches made with hardwood frames. Mobile home couches are often also foldaway beds because that's how you add a place for a guest to sleep in the limited space of the trailer. Assuming your guest likes a thin, lumpy mattress. It's like RV stuff but scaled up.

I know all of this about the furniture because before I bought my parents' house; I looked at buying a mobile home instead. I went to a store that specialized in the stuff. Me, and my cats, did not need a huge house. I made good money and could afford better, but why? It was only us.

Then my parents bought an entirely different type of mobile home when they moved over to be full-time RV'ers and I just could not resist buying their house. My ancestral home, so to speak, and my siblings did not want it. Thank all the gods I did. At first, it was way too big, and I closed down most of it except for the parts I used on the first floor. Back in my human days when Vera came over that first time and looked around at the huge place, she asked me why I had such a big house. Then we went into the shower and she said: "Oh. Never mind. Let's fuck in here."

We still do. Do again, I suppose, is more correct. Also; not fucking. She is pregnant. We make love. When she and Angel are not, in any case. Not that Vera minds having a line.

Now our house too small! We have to make room for Morgan's bar somehow. Also: I would have missed out on the shower if I had not bought the place. That would be sad.

Morgan and I sat next to each other on the couch, and Morgan placed the box without opening it in Hannah's reach on the small coffee table.

Hannah sat on the recliner, but only on the front half of the seat. She is not relaxed, nor should she be. She doesn't know us.

Her scent is a combination of fear, anger, and suspicion, although my mind is adding other cues to that evaluation: Suspicion does not have a direct scent all its own the way fear does. The particular set of molecules flowing off her combined with her body language and facial expressions translated to me as 'suspicious'.

I did not really even need the scents to know that. I would be as uneasy in the same position. Morgan and I are dressed non-threateningly. We do not even have on the jackets we normally wear while on cases. Those are to look professional and cover our guns. This time we need to look trustable but not formal. Jeans and button up the front shirts. Clarke loafers. Morgan's purse is middle of the road in size and design. Simple. No designer statements being made. She wore her cascades of dark brown hair loose. Last night she trimmed my beard.

We are presentable professionals, but it is the weekend. We spent a lot of time talking about the look.

Also: Morgan loved to be able to be the one to work on my beard. That's normally Helen's thing.