At the Cafe
The wagon came to a stop. Stephan and Jolene came out and pulled the tarp off. Wynn sat up, stretched and climbed out of the wagon and nearly fell. Abigail jumped down and looked into his eyes. She had him follow her finger with his eyes. He winced and groaned, “Eyes hurt.”
Abigail muttered, “Damn. Did you get any protein in that hole?”
Wynn nodded weakly no.
Abigail looked at Stephan and Jolene, “Get him inside and feed him anything we have. Raw dough if you have to.” She pulled the rods and sheet out of the wagon and said, “Take the wagon round back and you can join him, Stephanie.”
Wynn was taken to the library and set on a cushioned chair that felt like heaven. Jolene arrived with a tray of sandwich meats. Wynn took a slice of salami with shaking hands. He was eating his second piece when Stephanie arrived with a pot of tea. He took a heavily sugared cup and drank it in. The shakes were less obvious and he had a bit of cheese with the next slice of meat. Abigail came across the room in her odd, dark leather suit. She looked at the tea, “Get him some water. He’ll need it soon enough. The tea will warm him but he needs water.” Stephanie started to take the tea tray away, “Leave it. I could use a cuppa about now.” Abigail knelt in front of Wynn and took his pulse. She flashes a light in his eyes between his bites of meat. The light stung. She asked, “Shakes going away?” Wynn nodded more strongly. “Good. We’ll get you cleaned up and then off to bed when the shakes stop. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow. You just appreciate Stephanie’s attention right now.” He ate the meat ravenously. He finished two glasses of water. He leaned back in the chair and sipped a cup of tea. After a moment there was a clatter and he started. The cup had fallen from his hand. Stephanie was cleaning up the liquid and cooing over him. Abigail smirked, “Ok… that’s it, you are done. Time for a bath and bed, big boy.” She and Alice lifted him out of the chair with surprising ease and moved him to the back of the house. Stephanie tried to come but Abigail said, “He’ll probably appreciate a visit in the morning. You get your rest – he’ll need help tomorrow.” In the restroom, Abigail began to draw the bath and Alice began to take off the prison smocks, again with no regard to modesty.
Alice chuckled, “You English…so modest.”
Abigail lifted the naked Wynn with Alice saying, “You’ve been naked for three weeks with God knows who looking at you.” She leaned in and said, “Really your virtue is much safer with us than Stephanie.” Wynn blushed.
They lowered him into the water. It felt like a bit of heaven. His bruises seem to be soaking away. Dirt cleared from odd scrapes and wounds. After a few minutes, he used the wash rag to clean off the grime accumulated from three weeks.
Stephanie came in with a dressing robe. Wynn placed the wash cloth strategically and smirked, “What? No real clothes?”
Stephanie held the robe “maybe tomorrow. There is no room prepared for you tonight you are getting a cushion on the floor with a blanket and pillow. It has to be better than whatever you had in solitary.”
Wynn chuckled and got up. He noticed that Stephanie closed her eyes as he got out and climbed into the robe. Fully dressed, he said, “Lead on.”
“Your roommate has promised to keep my eyes away for the night. I expect you will act respectfully the entire night.”
Wynn looked confused, “I thought Edward was living at home.”
Stephanie smirked, “He is. Apparently you need a decent sleep and this room was the only one available quickly. The occupant has promised not to bother you.” She opened the door and Athena was there holding a doll.
The young girl said solemnly, “You look much better.” She sniffed, “You smell better too.”
Wynn looked around the hall and said vaguely, “Thanks.” He looked down at the girl with the doll, “Do you know where I am sleeping?”
Athena took his hand and led him away as he looked back at Stephanie who covered her mouth as she stifled chuckles and wagged her finger saying, “Perfectly respectable the entire night”
In case anyone wonders, Wynn will likely pass out when he hits the cushion. Athena was willing to help by supplying her room for him to sleep. She is good like that.
I am still writing up the climax scene. It is getting close, but I am only writing small chunks at a time. I am debating right now what I will be posting because what I am writing is “out of sequence.” In other news, I now have over 250 followers. I do not know how many of those are still active. There are some from the very beginning when I got started. Anyway it is cool to that people are reading.