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The routine was about to be interrupted.

And he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Actually, that wasn’t true. His life was about to be upended and he knew exactly how he felt about it.

He hated it.

But he’d told Nikki he was fine with it.

And so now he was trying to turn his lie into the truth. Hewantedto be fine with it.

Nikki and André were getting close to finishing the renovations on the house. And that meant Asa needed to move out. He had known this was coming. But he hadn’t even started looking for a place because he was in denial.

But at least heknewhe was in denial.

That was better than denying he was in denial. Right?

At least that’s what he told himself.

He had a couple more months and then it was so long, farewell, goodbye to ol’ Asa Young and his time at the Lil Snug House.

Al had left first, followed by Steiny.

Nikki had been living at André’s apartment since they’d gotten married (the audacity). Leaving Asa in the huge old Victorian all alone.

So far he hadn’t been able to find anyone else he wanted to be roommates with, so he was going to have to look for a small apartment for just him.

He rinsed his face, patted it dry, and put his glasses back on.

Loud laughter and voices rang through the house followed by the sound of a drill. Or maybe a power saw. He had no idea. He was a musician, not a carpenter.

Or at least he used to be a musician. Now he was just a button pusher.

He went into his room and removed the towel from around his waist, tossing it on the bed.

This room was new for him; his old room had been upstairs. Most of his stuff was still up there. But when Steiny had moved out, Asa had moved down to the larger bedroom because it was connected to a bathroom.

And also, he really wanted the “big” room before he had to move out.

He was such a child sometimes.

He was still sleeping in a twin sized bed for example. Though that made it easier to move around. Maybe someday he’d get himself a “big boy bed.”

It did make for awkward moments in dating.

He reached for his boxers and paused.

Was the wall moving?

Nah.

He squinted at the far wall. The one he shared with the dining room.

For a second, he thought he saw it sway. That couldn’t be right.

He held his breath and waited.

Okay. That had definitely moved. Like a banner in a light breeze, the wall to his room moved ever so slightly back and forth.

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