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Holger and Kimmie?" Basil walked into his house in complete disbelief. He wasn't as much walking as hobbling in but still. He placed his bag down and took off his flat cap. "Are you hanging kidding me?"
"'Hanging?'" Cherie stared as she put her bag down next to Basil's. She had never heard Basil use the term 'hang' as a curse. She hadn't been kidding about Holger and Kimmie getting together. Cherie was as confused as Basil.
Both Basil and Cherie stopped thinking about the bizarreness of Holger and Kimmie when they heard the meowing of Basil's cat Hamlet. Basil walked into the kitchen and saw Hamlet, an orange and white cat with stripes and spots, on top of the fridge and unsure of how to get down. When Cherie saw Hamlet she tried to get him down by getting up on a chair. Frightened by this stranger, Hamlet just backed away. Cherie got off the chair and Basil got up onto it and grabbed Hamlet. As Basil walked towards Cherie with Hamlet in his arms, the cat just hid his face in Basil's right arm.
"She'll be staying with us for a few days so you better get used to her, Hamlet." Basil patted Hamlet gently. The cat was not happy to have a guest. Cherie placed a hand on Hamlet's head and scratched it gently.
"Is he going to be okay?" Cherie kissed Hamlet on the head. She started to wonder if the scent of her dogs Bonnie and Clyde was what Hamlet was scared of.
"Yeah, he's just doesn't like visitors and there had been a lot of people at our old house the night my dad died so… you can understand why he's nervous around people he doesn't know." Basil put Hamlet on the floor whom instantly scurried away to hide under Basil's bed. "He'll be fine… I'll show you to the guest room."
Basil took his girlfriend's hand and led up the stairs. Basil led Cherie into the guest room and it had a double bed, a table with a mirror… it was not Cherie's kind of room.
"Did your grandma give your family that?" Cherie pointed at the table.
"Yeah, I think she hates us, my mom, me, I think she even hated my dad." Basil gave Cherie a kiss on the cheek… and then winced in pain. Cherie didn't notice, she was too busy looking at the mirror… only when she turned her head did she notice.
Cherie placed a hand on Basil's shoulder. She didn't know why the boy she loved was in pain but there he was. "Basil, are you okay?"
"Just an injury from the car accident acting up." Basil left the room leaving Cherie alone. She didn't know about any other injuries, she had never thought to ask about any others, no one had. Basil was hurt.