While Paul was investigating the bathroom, Adelaide looked back over her notes.
"Uh Adelaide..." he said.
She glanced up, "yes?"
"How big of a problem is it if I can't find the spider?"
She stared blankly at him. He smiled sheepishly. "Well, I guess I won't shower anytime soon," she said.
Paul wasn't sure how to react, until Adelaide started giggling.
"It's alright, really, I can put on my big girl pants and kill it myself. I might dent the floor, but I'll be okay." Adelaide reassured him.
Paul looked relieved, but still stood around awkwardly.
"Is there anything else I can do?" Paul asked.
"I think that's about it for tonight. Who else do you think would be open to being interviewed by me?" Adelaide asked.
Paul thought, "Billy Black, Sue Clearwater, Sam, Old Quil, it would probably be best to have young Quil there too."
Adelaide quickly wrote down their names, "and um how do I find them?"
"I could take you there," Paul said.
"Could you?" Adelaide smiled.
"What time should I stop by?" Paul asked.
Adelaide thought, "ummm..."
"You could also stop by for breakfast at Emily's for breakfast and meet some other people, closer to our age." Paul said quickly.
"Are you sure she wouldn't mind?" Adelaide asked frowning.
"She'll be okay, I promise." Paul said.
"So then what time is that?" Adelaide asked.
"7 a.m. if you want to get the good food." Paul said grinning.
"I'll be up and ready before then," Adelaide groaned.
"Then I'll let you get to sleep," Paul said. He walked towards Adelaide, stopped suddenly and headed towards the door.
Adelaide sat on the couch for a bit, thinking about her day. It had been interesting. Paul was interesting, she couldn't quite figure him out and the wolves and the story of the third wife. She had questions, maybe tomorrow would bring some answers. Adelaide got ready for bed making sure her little home was secure. She glanced out the window one last time, she still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Sighing, she turned off the light and climbed into bed.
