7: Grey

They slept in the bed that night, that morning the soft light hit the back of his hair and naked neck softly and while his brain was softly waking from a calm sleep Millie leaned into his back and pressed her face against the back of his head. "While you work today, take me with you." Millie said quite but ferm. "Mhh?" "I don't want to be left alone here." That ended the talk, he couldn't say no to her at all. That morning they packed up what they would need, there was only one pair of gloves so Grey bore them, they both wore boots and armored themselves with thin lose clothes. Millie brought along some kind of history book Grey never seen before. The drive down the road was quite, meek and slow, but pleasant. Millie kept watching the birds as they drove by. "Be honest with me-" Grey said not looking away. "Do you not like the house?" Millie turned to him with a already pink face from the heat outside the car. "What?" "We don't have to stay, I don't not like it so far, but if you don't feel safe being alone I don't want that, we can leave." Millie's face stayed clear but her tone was deep. "We don't have the money to go back yet." Grey's head swarmed over to her and she changed again. "No! I do like it here. It's just, ah, I didn't tell you what happened yesterday." Grey looked back to the road and listened, Millie talking like a child explaining why they drawn on the walls. "This man came by, I think he was your dad's old friend? And he said something about how he known how your dad really died, I kept on asking and asking but he wouldn't tell me, just said he'd come back tomorrow to talk to you. He didn't say when." Grey pursed his lips and waited for a second. "Moore?" Millie nodded though Grey did not pick up on this, he didn't need to. "I don't want him coming around again." "Why?" Grey asked. She did not want to tell him all her real and little reasons. "I just don't want him around." "Okay, no I never liked him when I was 15. If he doesn't show up when we're there tonight then I'll find him in town and tell him not to come around anymore." She leaned back in her seat more comfortably. She didn't want Grey being so blunt with people, and she feared a fight but so glad Grey trusted her on this matter. "Grey, how do you think he died? I can't for the life of me understand what he means." Grey glanced at her with a loving but cold look and a fake smile. "I don't know. Does it matter in the end?"

There first job was mowing. The owners of the house and lawn provided the actual machine to do the deed. It came to Grey's attention that not only did his father not really own his house, people around here really didn't own anything legally, their land their homes their items their families. They owned everything through work love and time. Which was probably why they where all so protective and genial with it all. While he moved the old man and woman and their oldest son of the house watched them kindly but keenly while Grey mowed to make sure it was done right. There was so much he missed when he was 15 about this place when he first got there. Millie sat by under a tree most of the time brushing bugs off of her while reading that history book she brought along. Every once and a while yelling how commands to Grey on how to do his job better. Since there was not any work for her to do that really was the extend of her input. Job two, mowing again. Different house somewhat nearby, much smaller lawn closer to the road but by that point in the day it was getting real real hot. Millie tried to stay out with him but eventually it was all too much and she ran away inside. The owner of the house was a old frogish styled woman, and it seemed like judging by how the tow stayed by the window most the time Millie and the woman talked a while. That job nearly killed him it went on and on and on, in reality it only took about two hours and that included a 20 minute break where Millie brought out a drink and sandwich the old woman made for Grey apparently. After the two said goodbye it was time for job three, the last finally of the day. Cleaning two against cars probably that where around when the Spanish became acquainted with the Aztecs. Millie had her chance to help with this job though the owner of the cars didn't pay her for it, in fact by that point Grey was so beat from the grass murdering Millie did one car all on her own and most of Grey's. The whole ordeal took a grand total of three hours and the owner threatened to pay them less for taking that long by the end of the day, it was already almost dark by then but Millie suddenly transformed into her mother, got on her tippy toes and yelled. "I don't remember you giving us a damn time limit till now!" Her yell made the owner back off but Grey known he wasn't getting work from this man anymore.

Now they walked outside of the house slow and achy. The sky was a mix of colors, pink red orange yellow and even a touch of black on the edges. It bathed everything in a pallet of colors. The little bitty bugs ran off and the biters and suckers came out read to make dry. Grey leaned against the car and heard his wife softly say to him. "Should I drive?" Grey shook his head and opened the door like a anger man and sat down making the whole bitty car shake. Millie sat down next to him and they started off driving past some of the places they where before the grim of the day already washing over them. They drove Millie only making light small talk and Grey stayed quite, much less tired after a long good sit but he known he'd be more still again once he was forced to get up out of the car. By the time they drove across the bridge it was already dark and when they parked near the home it was all night. Millie jumped out of the car and looked all around the front of the house, Grey didn't know why she was looking around but they did lock that flimsily door.

Grey stood out of the car and immediately his eyes catch the swamp. "I'll make us something nice to eat, you can just change your clothes while I work on that." Grey looked to her blank face, then turned away with a grin before she could see. He took a few steps to the swamp. "I think the canned corn will still be good. Maybe by the end of the new week we can buy more food then huh?" Millie kept on talking, following Grey without thinking, going on closer to the swamp. "I think if we keep spending as little as possible, with the money we have saved up, maybe we can buy a real floor by two months, I haven't done the numbers on paper but I have in my head earlier today." Grey stood by the swamp, thought on a few, then started taking off his shirt and red hat laying them besides him. Millie stopped her chat and watched him quietly until just blurting out. "Oh no." Grey pulled down his pants and at the same time untied his grass covered tennis shoes and laid them aside. "Don't do that, that water is no cleaner then you are! And it's night time." "But it is colder." Grey laughed and slipped off his underwear throwing it aside. Millie scrunched up her nose as she watched him carefully step inside. "You'll get leaches! No no no not at night! Not in these waters! What if there are alligators or snapping turtles near by?" "I never heard of any near here in this swamp." Grey's lower half was now covered in black water, his penis bobbing at the top of the water as he paused a moment waiting to see if he wanted to go deeper and after his feet got there bearings on the mug below trying to skin him in he kept going till all of his body below his chest was covered in mug water. He got comfortable then looked over to her, reaching out his hand. "Come on." "Hell no, I'll get you a flashlight and a blanket for when you get out." Millie turned away mumbled something about 'not at this time of day' while Grey tried to fling water at her but missed his mark. "Join me! Come on I'm lonely!" Grey yelled out, and before Millie shut the door behind her she laughing yelled out. "If your dad can be alone so can you babe."