Harold's older sister Liz twirled the drawstring of her sweatpants in a circle as she leaned against the door frame of the bedroom. One of the pant legs had worked it way up her calve in the night and remained there now. The Hamms Beer shirt she wore was cut short on the bottom and left nothing to the imagination when it came to her naval geography.
"Today?!"
"Ya."
"When? Right now?"
"Ya... Why not. Throw some pants and shoes on and we'll just split."
I took off my glasses and huffed on each of the lenses then wiped them clean on the sheets resting on my chest. I put them back on a smelled the cigarettes and 'female' on my hands.
"Where we goin'?"
"Parker's Loft in the redwoods"
"How long?"
"A week to ten days... enough to exist with you for a while."
My head throbbed with elation at the notion and I felt the acids in my stomach swell when I thought of a ten-day seclusion from the world with Liz.
"What about the..."
"Car's packed dude. I just need you to get your shit together so we can roll."
"I just need a couple minutes"
"I'll wait."
Easy buddy. Just go through a few things and make sure this is what you want. Don't jack this up! Sets some quick objectives man and ensure this's it.
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