He didn’t flinch, but took her hands and nodded.
“I thought I wasn’t going to see you again,” he said.
“How long was I away?” She asked, and then stepped away. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” Finding out the days she lost would make her angry and she had to focus. “Emmanuel could be coming back today for all I know. Let’s just get out of here.”
“Go get your stuff together. I’ll take care of everything else.”
Ala went from room to room, folding clothes she forgot she owned and stuffing them into her suitcase. She was so relieved to be leaving this house. Danno stacked all of the mail and left it on the kitchen counter. He then put on a shirt and started up the lawnmower, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
She left hot water steam the surfaces of the bathroom before getting in the shower. Even though someone had bathed her at Bruce’s house, she had not felt clean in what seemed like weeks. She coated herself in soap, scrubbed until her skin was red and lathered up for a second time. Her wet hair felt foreign in her hands, as it was a third of the length she was used to.
The lawnmower died down as she toweled off and dressed in clothes that hung on her svelte body. Her stomach gurgled and even though she wanted to go to the airport as soon as possible, she feared fainting in the security line. She also wondered if she should let Gertrude know her plan to leave.
She sat down at the dining room table to begin a note to leave for Emmanuel. She would have to say that someone in her family died and she was leaving town. But then he would inquire with her parents and they would all know she had lied. She needed another excuse.
Her phone rang in the bathroom and she answered without checking who was calling.
“Ala, it’s Gene,” he said quietly. It sounded like he was holding the phone away from his face.
“Oh,” she sat on the edge of the tub. “What is it?”
“I need to talk to you. Can you come outside?”