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It’s not very big, but Jen was able to build a kitchen. The appliances are cheap and used, but it’s a start. ‘Now I don’t have to eat granola anymore!’
She started to dice the tomatoes for her salad, but the knife slipped and she ended up cutting her finger.
Blood beaded to the surface of the cut and she cursed under her breath, looking around for something to wrap around it, but there was nothing. With a sigh, she pulled her sweater off before tearing a strip from her undershirt and then wrapping it around the wound.
‘Not hygienic at all, but it’s the best I got. I can’t afford to go to the hospital, but the wound doesn’t seem that bad… I just have to hope it doesn’t get infected.’
She completed her salad and sat down at the small, rickety table, pulling up her favorite game to get her mind off of her finger. Her phone buzzed beside her, indicating a new message from Caleb, and her heart lept when she saw his name.
✉ [I’m about to head down to the Chalet. I hear there is a party happening there. Would you care to join me, my dear?]
Glancing at the time, she frowned deeply. ‘I want to go, but… I have work in the morning and it’s already kind of late. Will he understand?’ With a heavy sigh, she replied, letting him know that she wouldn’t be able to join him.
The response came a moment later.
✉ [Don’t fret, I understand. There’s always tomorrow, yes? Have a good night.]
She replied, [You too, good night.] Jen held the phone to her chest and smiled. ‘I don’t know what this feeling is, but… I like it.’
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