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❝ althea? ❞ door hung slightly ajar, suspicious if not for the fact that wade had warned her about this. fingers crumbled the paper with the address crudely written in crayon and hands pushed the door forward, allowing it to swing open before she stepped inside. curls obscuring vision as she rounds around the corner — braver than most considering she’d ALSO been warned the blind woman was more than trigger happy. ironic statement even as she thought on it now. hands dove into the pockets of green army jacket as she exhales softly. ❝ as much as i’d love to play marco polo with your bullet, let me just take the shortcut here and say it’s vanessa — i just want to talk to you. ❞ sure, she could have led with that, but what’s the fun in that?
@blindxl gets all the love.
“Vanessa?”
Al’s voice was bright as she called from the kitchen, but it carried a note of surprise. She hadn’t been expecting company today. Especially not this sort of company. When was the last time Wade’s girl had come around? Hell, when was the last time that little shit had come around himself. This is what it was like to have kids, wasn’t it? Coming around only when they needed something.
“You know, most people call ahead,” she continued. There was the distinct thud of a gun being set on a hard surface, and then the shuffling of slippered feet as she made her way out of the kitchen to at least face Vanessa as she spoke to her. “Especially when they don’t want to get shot.”
The landlord had learned that lesson quickly enough.
