Not long after the truck leaves my car in the parking lot, I am waiting on the curb. Zoe got out of the taxi first as it stopped beside me. Zoe pays for the cab, and I help her grab her stuff from the trunk.
“I never knew this place was here,“ She says, looking up at the vast hotel, “kinda creepy, it looks haunted, “ She adds, and I chuckle.
“Anyway, I am so glad to see you again. I have been so excited I barely slept a wink last night,“ Zoe tells me, giving me a hug.
“So, is this everything?“ I ask her looking down at the pram and duffle bag.
“Yep, that’s everything, our life in a bag. Pathetic, isn’t it?“
“No, see that piece of scrap metal,“ I tell her, pointing at my busted wagon. She nods her head.
“That was home sweet home, “ I tell her, and she laughs.
“Seriously, as for baby stuff, don’t even worry about it. Valarie went on a shopping spree. The room is packed with everything, baby. So much so we may have to sleep outside to fit it all in the room,“ I tell her.
“What, really? How long have you known Valarie? “
She asks.
“Met her yesterday. She is lovely. I have never met anyone like her before, “ I tell Zoe, and she smiles just as a green Daihatsu charade pulls up next to us, honking its horn a few times.
“Thanks, bro, “ Macey says, punching her brother in the shoulder and climbing out before tapping the roof.
“Hi, girls, “ Her brother calls out, and we both wave to the stranger.
“Bugger off, Blake, stop hitting on my friends. They aren’t interested, “ Macey scolds her brother as he waves to us. Macey flips him off, and he laughs, driving off down the road.
“Sorry about him. He is a sleaze, so try to stay away from him unless you want another baby,“ Macey chuckles, shaking her head.
“Noted,“ I tell her, and she quickly hugs us. She had on short shorts and a cut-off shirt showing her belly button, her hair pulled in a bun, and a pair of boots that she said she borrowed from her brother, as well as a tool belt around her hips.
“Brother is a handyman, “ She tells us when she catches both of us looking at it.
“So this is it, huh, damn, this place is a dump,“ Macey says as we stand in the parking lot, looking up at the building. The bones were good mostly, but she was right; it was definitely a dump.
“So you girls interested and helping me clean this dump, “ Valarie’s voice says from behind us, making us jump.
“Holy crap, you scared me; it ah-has potential,“ Macey says nervously.
“For a dump?“ Valarie asks, her lips tugging up.
“I didn’t mean, “ Macey goes to say when Valarie waves her off.
“It’s a dump; I may be getting older, girlie, but I ain’t blind yet, pretty sure if one of you jumped in that pool over there, you wouldn’t come out again, water is probably nuclear, that might actually be that foul smell,“ She says thoughtfully, before shrugging.
“So you all up for the job, I will pay on time, and anything this place needs, let me know, and I will try order it in, but there is a catch, “ She asks, and they both nod.
“What’s the catch?“ Zoe asks.
“We are completely on our own. I have not had one electrician or handyman, even a plumber out here in over ten years. My mate ruined that shit for me, so if you girls have got any friends that are good with that crap, let me know. If not, we will figure it out ourselves, “ Valarie tells them. That was going to be hard trying to source help and an electrician being the main thing because I didn’t fancy being electrocuted.
“Handyman, my brother. That’s where I got the tool belt and tools, electrician, no idea, “ Macey shrugs.
“I may be able to help with that, “ Zoe says, and we all look at her.
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