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Chapter 10
Now he stood here, in front of the old brown door and couldn´t already decide to knock.
There were so many thoughts that went through his head, that he was totally confused. First thing was, that he didn´t know what to say. Than, there was the though what Peter Wilson would do with him. Jake couldn´t believe that he should reminded Jake and also if he does, what would he say, what would he do?
But Jake didn´t though it could be worse, or he had the feeling that it would not important.
He took a deep breath and rang the bell.
His heart beat so loud he thought that it was louder than his knock at the door. Jake looked down at himself, his dirty clothes and he felt some blood at his eyebrow and lips. For a moment Jake aske himself what he would do, if Peter Winston wouldn´t life here, when suddenly the door went open and Peter Winston stood in front of him.
Jake looked to his face, concentrated on not looking weak.
For a moment, Peter Winston´s face was an total mask, than he smiled.
"Ah, Jake, aren´t you? We met in the train, didn´t we?" His rough voice didn´t seem too friendly and not too bad.
Jake nodded. "I´m sorry to bother you, but you gave me this card and..." Jakes voice went, he held the card to the man, happy that his hand didn´t shake.
"Yes, I remember", Peter Winston said. "Come in. You wanna sleep here?"
Jake didn´t move but he nodded.
Peter Winston looked at him. "Come on, I don´t bite."
So Jake entered the house. Now he stood in a dark floor with citron coloured carpet.
"I didn´t know were to go else I was just...", Jake started with a soft voice, but Peter Winston cut him off.
"I don´t wanna know. I told you that you can come to me. Now you´re here. Everything else is your own thing."
Jake nodded, remembering his hurt face.
"Sure you´re hungry?"
Oh yes, he was. Jake nodded while he looked around. But there wasn´t much to see, except for this empty floor.
"Follow me."
Winston leaded Jake to the end of the floor, were a light came from. They entered a green – white kitchen, with a counter on the opposite side. On the left there was a table, where a brown - haired boy, around sixteen, perhaps a little bit older sat. He smiled when he saw Jake.
"Jake, this is Diego", Peter Winston explained while going to the counter. "Diego, this is Jake, I told you about him."
"Hola. Cómo estás?", the young man said. "You´re sleeping here now?" He had a strange mexican accent.
"Uh..."
"He´s hungry, I´m making dinner now", Peter Winston said. "Don´t bombard him with questions Diego."
"Sí, sí."
Jake smiled at him and sat down at the table. A while everything was still and Peter served the food. Spaghetti. Jake couldn´t remember being so hungry and he forgot his manners and ate as fast as he could. The others didn´t say anything.
After dinner Peter Winston showed Jake a place to sleep. "So, you´re tired?"
Jake nodded, god, was he tired. As if he hadn´t slept days.
There were two beds and after Peter Winston went out off the room, he just took his shoes off, laid down on one of the beds and was asleep after seconds.
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He woke up when someone shook his shoulder.
"Jake. You have to stand up." Jake moaned. This place was so comfortable. He didn´t want to stand up.
"Come on, please. Peter wants to talk to you." Jake opened his eyes and looked into Diego´s face.
"Good morning", said the mexican boy with a smile.
"Good morning", said Jake a little bit confused.
"What time is it?", he asked the Mexican.
"´Round eight in the morning Breakfast´s ready", Diego´s accent reminded Jake out where he was.
Jake was totally awake now. He stood up, took his shoes on and followed Diego into the kitchen.
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Peter Winston already sat at the table, but he didn´t eat.
There were toast with marmalade and orange juice and Jake was happy about having such a nice breakfast. After finishing breakfast, Peter Winston began to speak:
"Well, Jake , you know. I´m really enjoyed about giving you a place you can stay. That´s exactly why I offered it to you the day we met. But I will offerer you something else, too. I offer you a job."
He stopped for a moment to think. Jake looked at him, really nervous, because he had no idea what was coming next.
"I´m working as a, yeah, I think we can talk about it as someone who visits his customers mostly at home and, yeah, I´ve got a lot of wares that have to be brought to my customers save and I can need every help I´m able to get. So, Diego, for example, is working as a delivery boy and I want you, Jake, to do this, too."
Jake was confused. He didn´t really understand what Pater meant.
"What do you mean? What wares to you sell?"
"That´s a thing, I can´t tell you. It would be not fair, thinking of my customers, whom I told that no one would do. Your job is not to ask, your job is to carry the wares from here to my customers. Do you understand this?"
"Of course."
"So, do you wanna have this job? I will pay you for it, sure. One part of your earning will be the place to stay you´ve here. And than you´ll get some money, for buying you things like clothes or chocolate or any other thing you want to. I don´t care. If you´re doing your job, it´s your money and you can do what you want."
Jake nodded. He was a little bit confused, because of all the information in the early morning, but he got it.
"Fine", Peter Winston said.
But there was one thing that was flying around Jake´s mind, one big think he was scared of to say, because he didn´t want to loose his place to stay.
"Mr. Winston?", he asked.
"Please, call me Peter, I hate being called Mr. Winston."
Jake nodded. "So, Peter, I...I don´t really know anything about this city. I mean...I don´t know it, not its streets and so on. I don´t think", it was really hard to say this, "that I´ll be able to visit your customers."
Jake was really confused, when suddenly Peter Winston started to laugh.
"No matter Jake. You will go with Diego the first time, than you will learn everything you´ve got to know. I would be crazy to give you my wares, if I don´t know if I can trust you... We will see this later."