Page 60 of Mountain Boss

The next has my sweatpants and pajamas.

The final bottom drawer has all my jeans and cargo pants.

He… He folded my clothes.

I shove the bottom drawer shut, then reopen the one with my pajamas.

“No fucking way.”

I leave it open and rush out of the bedroom.

Stopping in front of the dryer, I yank the door open.

Empty.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

I stare at the empty dryer.

This motherfucker didn’t just fold the clothes that I’d been sleeping on. He emptied the dryer and folded those too.

I turn to Spike. “Why would he do that?”

She doesn’t answer.

I turn back to the dryer. “Why would he do that?”

Spike silently tells me to stop repeating myself. And I silently tell her to quit judging me. I’m havinga moment.

Back to biting my lip, I look at the door.

If this is also part of the test, I have no idea how to handle it.

Am I supposed to go thank him?

I mean, Iamgrateful for the mattress. And the blanket over the board.

But the clothes…

Am I supposed to thank him for folding my laundry?

It seems… weird.

Itisweird.

But would I rather he have tossed them on the floor in a pile?

I lift my hands and rub them over my face.

I can’t think straight. I’m too exhausted.

I lower my hands.

I won’t be exhausted tomorrow.

Because I get to sleep on a real live mattress tonight.

I shake my head.

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