theoverridden replied to your post :“What would help right now?”
“Sure, just show me where everything is and where you’ll want it,” he replied with a nod, following behind her as she turned.
Holly paused just outside the door, gesturing at the shelves sitting out on the porch. Together, she and Jake had managed to move them out from the inside of the house, and had moved some of her surplus salvage out onto them. The lowest shelves -- which they agreed should be reserved for the heavier items stored out back -- were still empty, waiting to be stocked.
“Just out here by the shelves’ll be fine. Ain’t gonna make you set it all out or nothin’ like that,” she pushed the screen door open, offering a quiet apology for the clutter as she led him through the house. Beatrice hopped up on the table, let out a particularly loud ‘meow’ -- a greeting it seemed -- then jumped down again and flopped down in a sunny spot under a window. The back door squealed when it was pushed open, and was propped open with an old brick. Holly stood back, and pointed to four crates of varying sizes lined up together. One was crammed end to end with comics and magazines, with a couple books laid on top. Another a jumbled heap of assorted tools, sticking out every which way. In the next one was a pair of old typewriters, and a telephone. The last appeared to be mostly scrap parts; turret pieces, circuit boards, a pair of Giddyup Buttercup legs, vacuum tubes, and a number of other metal things which could no longer be identified, and might have been considered useless by most.
“It’s these here that I need hauled out front,” she paused, feeling a confused pang of guilt and embarrassment, “Was plannin’ on just takin’ each thing up on its own, but seemed like that’d take a long ass time so I been puttin’ it off, y’know?”
