Kaspar followed Boler into the old, run down shack on the outskirts of town. Boler opened the door without using a key. He flipped on a light switch and Kaspar walked in behind and gazed around at his new surroundings. The first thing that he noticed was there were no decorations, not even an American flag anywhere. It was an empty place, with stained white carpet, and torn up maroon furniture that had folded blankets resting on the arms.
“It’s not much,” Boler admitted. “But, like I said, we can lay low here for a while.”
“Thanks again, Greg.” Krys said upon her entry.
“No problem.” Greg pointed to a narrow hallway in the back. “Sorry, but there is only one guest bedroom…one of you can sleep on the floor, I guess.”
Krys looked over at Kaspar and gave him a wink. Kaspar wondered if it would be him that would sleep on the floor. He would give that up for Krys and suffer a long night of discomfort. He thought for a moment on sleeping on the couch. The couch, however, didn’t look any more comfortable than the floor would be. Not to mention he would get to have that quiet moment with her that he desired so much during the mayhem in the church.
“You two better get some sleep,” Boler said. “I have a feeling that tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”
Krys held out her right arm and pointed towards the door. “After you.”
Kaspar started to move forward. He felt a hand grab at his arm. He looked over at Boler who fished for something in his pocket. What now? Boler grabbed hold of something and held it out for him. It was a folded piece of white paper. Kaspar took it in his hands, confused.
“The Committee told me to give you this.” Boler said.
“You spoke with them? Why?”
“I’m not sure why. They just told me to give this to you when the time was right. So, there you go.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
After he placed the paper in his pocket, Kaspar continued to move to the bedroom. He would have to wait until morning to look at that thing. Sleep was evading him. Whatever was on that slip, he didn’t want it to potentially ruin his night.
Once in the bedroom, he gave it a look. The white carpet was as dirty as the living room’s. There were stains of reds, blacks, and yellows. He didn’t allow himself to think about what the yellows might have been. A queen sized bed rested in the back corner, next to the cracked glass window. There was a thick, red comforter and two blue pillows. An extra blanket and pillow lay on the edge of the bed. Kaspar undid the flak jacket and placed it on the carpet. He then unzipped the top of his suit and pulled his arms out of it. He folded it neatly and placed it on the dresser beside him.
Kaspar picked up the blanket and pillow from the edge. When he turned, he saw Krys stand in front of the door. Her flak jacket already removed. She raised her eyebrow at the sight of Kaspar holding the bedding. He looked confused back at her. There was no way that he was going to sleep on that filthy ass carpet. Plus, Krys was a woman, she needed her privacy. Their moment could wait until morning, when they were fully rested.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Krys demanded, her arms folded over her chest.
“Out to the couch,” he replied. “There’s no way I’m sleeping on that floor.”
He moved the bedding underneath his left arm. With his right hand, he reached for the door handle. Krys moved her body in front of it, blocking his path. She shook her head no. When he tried to move her over, she moved in closer instead. She gave him a peck on the lips. A hint of the adrenaline that he thought faded came roaring back. He returned the kiss then moved his head back. Krys shook her head again. She wrapped her arms around his waist. The two exchanged in a prolonged kiss this time. He could taste her as she moved her tongue inside of his mouth. As the kiss grew more intense, and Krys began to aggressively direct him to the bed, one thought came to mind.