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“Of course I do. This entire house is amazing," she said. “I’m honestly jealous. My place was a dump compared to this.”
“I thought you’d hate it.”
“Me? No, I love historical stuff like this. I was a history minor in college.”
“That’s … right. You were.”
Violet’s excitement waned as she remembered who she was talking to. Charlie Davis… right.
“Um, is Lauren here?” She asked after a moment of awkward silence.
“What?” Charlie said, his voice harsh.
“You’re dating her. You’ve been dating her forever. Doesn’t she live here?”
“No. She’s not a fan of old homes.”
“She’s got bad taste then,” Violet said under her breath. Charlie looked at her, eyes narrowed, and she clamped her mouth shut immediately. Shit, she was about to ruin it.
“You can use the tub if you want," Charlie eventually said. “But the hot and cold knobs are flipped. My great grandmother had bad plumbers.”
“Oh, I’m sure I can figure it out,” she said. “But I should probably clean up now. I feel terrible and I probably look it too.”
Charlie nodded, his face scrunching up.
“You know, you could tell me I look fine," Violet added.
“I don’t want to lie.”
“Or maybe I’m justified to feel and look like shit because of the night I’ve had?”
Violet stared at him, wondering if she had pushed her luck. The Charlie she knew would easily fight back, and make some cruel, biting remark.
“Just get clean. It is justified that you feel the way you do, but you don’t look bad. You’re safe, which matters more.”
Violet only stared at him.
Charlie cleared his throat. “But you’re also probably covered in asbestos.”
“Oh, God,” Violet said, realizing he was right. “Get out. I need to get this off immediately.”
“Do you need clothes?” Charlie asked.
“I have some dirty ones in my car.” Violet was peeling her sweater off. Charlie looked at her arms warily, as if she would attack him at any given moment.
“Clean clothes, Violet. I don’t want you wearing dirty clothes in my home.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, considering all I own to my name right now is dirty and in my car.”
Charlie let out a long, painful sigh. “I’m asking if you need to borrow some.”
Violet paused. She didn’t want to borrow anything from him.
But she needed to.
“Fine. That would be … great. Thank you.”
Ugh. That hurt to get out.
