(I know it says Marcy in the previous chapter, but the original says Mary, so I’m going with that.)
Knowing he didn’t have much choice, James reluctantly began the trek to Mary’s house. It was only half a block away, but it took some time given his height. Finally he arrived and rang the crooked doorbell Mary installed for him. He heard unsteady footsteps approaching before the door swung violently open, almost blowing him into the uncut lawn.
“Who is it?” said Mary in a grumpy tone, “Better not be one of you ditches again.”
“Mary! Down here!” James yelled, regretting it instantly.
She looked down at you, uncomprehending for a moment, before breaking into an enormous cigarette-stained grin.
“James! It’s so good to see you again! I was worried you were avoiding me.”
“Now why would I do that?” James laughed awkwardly, but Mary didn’t seem to notice.
“Come in, come in,” Mary said insistently.
James wandered in, marveling at how the filth had grown since he’d last been here. The floor was almost completely covered in trash, and he could smell rotting food. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a rat scurrying away.
“So, uh, my mom said you had a chore for me to do,” James prompted, eager to get out of there.
“Yes, of course. I knocked a tube of lipstick under the fridge, and I can’t get it with these hands.” She gave a little chuckle and held up her huge arms. “Do you think you can get it?”
Fuck. Since the tube was probably as tall as him, he’d have to roll it in it’s side to get it out, assuming there wasn’t anything stuck inter the fridge blocking his way out.
“Sure, no problem.”
Mary beamed. “That’s my little man, always eager to help his old Aunt Mary.”
She showed James to the kitchen, which was, if anything, even worse than the entrance. Piles upon piles of old pizza boxes were flung in the corner, and he had a feeling not all of them were empty.
He saw the fridge and trudged forward, only realizing the problem when he got to the edge. He had (amazingly) grown a little since his last visit, and he couldn’t just walk under the fridge. Reluctantly, James got on his hands and knees, eying the layer of dust under the fridge.
“You sure it’s back there?” James called to Mary.
“Oh yes, quite sure.”
Crawling through the revolting layer of dust and avoiding spots of mild, James finally saw the tube and carefully rolled it out. Once he got there...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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