Finally, they make it to her place. It hasn't exactly been a blast. The heat and humidity just add to the stress, but at least the elevator is working and they are on their last lag, so to speak. Truly, Wade is getting heavy.
Of course, there is no Auntie M perched on her recliner. But it doesn't bother Ren as she hurries him along to her room. Supposedly, a safe place for the both of them. Soon enough she plops Wade on the bed and of course, he winces as if she has done him in.
But she gets him settled. He's in his tank and pants. Head propped up on all her girly pillows. She can tell he doesn't like it, but he's exhausted.
"I'm not so sure about this," he admits.
"You'll be fine. We'll go to work tomorrow. You'll see. You'll be good as new," Ren tells him as she takes the ankle boot off and his shoe. Of course, she's still determining where the other shoe went. She'll have to find a matching pair in Auntie M's closet. Good thing her aunt never got rid of her husband's wardrobe.
"But I need to pee," he sighs.
"Oh, now you tell me," Ren sighs. She should have expected it. Of course, she wants to change too, and she's going to whether he likes it or not. She goes and finds her favorite outfit to slum in. Her pale PJ pants and a gray tank.
He keeps staring at her as she takes off her bra and bares her tiny tits, but she acts as if they might be siblings. He frowns at her as she's flaunting. She cracks ups, as if. All is in order and she turns to say, "You didn't pee your pants, did you?"
He gives her a snide look. He takes his pants off as if it will be less to worry about. He's in his black jockeys. She thinks of Auntie M's husband. He only wore briefs. She'll see if she can find some.
"I think you can wear my old uncle's clothes." Ren shrugs.
"What for?" Naturally, Wade is in a fret about it.
"For work," she tells him.
"Work?" It's as if he's forgotten about tomorrow. He pushes a pillow until it's comfortable. She knows he hates the place, but he hasn't gotten up, but finally he sits up.
"Where's the bathroom?"
"I'll take you."
"I want to do it by myself."
He is straight-lipped as if he can not live under these conditions. Ren sighs and promises him he'll want her to go with him, and she does.
She struggles with him down the thin hall, and they exit to the left. It's tidy enough, but there are many things of Auntie M's to gross him out, like her false teeth on the sink counter. He does his business while she turns to get a towel and wash cloth and turns on the shower to let it warm.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"Look, you need a shower," she tell him.
"What about you?" He looks at her as if she is making matters worse.
"OK, I need one too," she nods.
"What do you mean?"
"Just get in the shower," she tell him she'll be right back. So he struggles and she pulls his shirt over his head. She knows he thinks she'll stay for a while, but she doesn't. After all, she needs wine.
Later, they manage to go back to her room without an encounter with Auntie M who is back in her recliner snoozing. Ren has managed to have an armload of snacks for Wade that she hopes will suffice through the night. Of course, when she gets back he's already snoozing in bed in her old uncle's briefs.
