Authors: Ike Hamill
Migrators (41 page)
“Darling, I’ll remind you that one of these bags is filled entirely with hair products and shoes,” Alan said. “Care to guess how much of that stuff is mine?”
Bob laughed and Liz quickly changed the subject.
“Joe! Let’s go,” Liz said.
“You should see this place we’re renting, Bob,” Alan said.
“I wish I could,” Bob said. “Actually, I should head out now. I have to get some equipment through airport security. It could take extra time.”
“I’ll check up on your place whenever I can, and we will see you soon,” Alan said. He put out his hand for Bob to shake.
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“Wait, hold on for a second,” Alan said.
Liz stopped the car near the mailbox. The house looked small and cute and clean. Nothing about the place, even the ornamental tree sitting in the center of a little mound of mulch, looked more than ten years old. Joe had his face pressed against the back window, trying to see the neighbor’s house through the bushes. Alan’s old Toyota was parked off to the side, leaving enough room for Liz to squeeze into the garage.
“What are you doing?” Liz asked.
“Just hold on a second,” Alan said. He was fiddling with his phone.
“Can we rent this place in the winter so we can be closer to the ski slopes?”
“No,” Liz said. “This place costs a fortune in the winter, Joe. The only reason we can afford it now is because we’re after summer and before ski season. We’re staying here for October and that’s it.”
“Okay, ready?” Alan asked.
“Yes!” Liz and Joe said at the same time.
“Ta-da!” Alan said. He hit a button on his phone. The lights in the house came on.
“Wow,” Liz said. “Isn’t that cool, Joe?”
“I guess,” Joe said.
“We’ve lost him,” Liz said. “Used to be he would think that kind of thing was cool.” She pulled the car towards the garage. “Can you use that app to open the garage door?”
“Yes,” Alan said. “Ta-da!” he said again. The door rumbled up.
Liz pulled in. The garage was spotless. There was an empty rack for skis and snowboards on the wall. On the right, a bin held two big garbage cans that looked like they’d never been used.
“Clean, new, and no history,” Alan said.
Liz smiled and turned to Alan. “Perfect.”
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Ike Hamill
October 31
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, 2013
Topsham, Maine
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