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Chapter Eleven: At the B&B

It was late in the evening when Smith and Kate arrived at the B&B. It was a really nice place. Next to the main building there were several smaller houses. There was dark except that little lamp in front of the main house. Smith parked the car and stepped out. But it wasn't so easy for Kate. Now every movement was painful and hurt like hell. Smith was just standing and watching her. It really annoyed Kate.

"If you can spare a few minutes, Smith ... "-started Kate but Smith got it. He had got it but he wanted her to ask for help.

"You need help?"-asked Smith and raised an eyebrow.

"If it weren't obvious, yes, I'd like you to help!"-said Kate.

Smith stepped to her and pulled her out with one strong movement.

"Oh, thank you, Prince Tact!"-said Kate.

"Anytime."

"Smith, really. If my condition turned worse, I would have to ask you for something."

"Yes?"

"Please, DON'T HELP ME ANYMORE!"-shouted Kate.

"Perhaps life doesn't suit everyone, Ms. Thompson."

"What are you talking about?"

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's lamentable. And your behavior is unacceptable. These are just scratches not mortal wounds."

"Smith you are absolute horror of a human being!"

"Don't try to fawn on me!"

"It's incredible!"

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. Just go in! I hope they have rooms to let."

They walked over to the entrance. It was late in the night so the door was closed.

"There is no ring. We have to knock."-said Smith.

"OK. But not you. They would like to use this door later too."- said Kate and knocked.

Nothing. She knocked again. Still nothing.

"And now?"-asked Smith with a smirk.

"Just be patient."

As she said it they could hear footsteps from inside. Then the key was turned and the door was opened. A black woman in her mid thirties was standing in the door. She had long brown hair in braids and brown eyes. And she was pregnant. It could be seen quite well. She was a really strange and at the same time interesting sight for Smith. She was holding two huge sandwiches in her hands.

"Kim?"-asked Kate.

"Kate. Oh my God! What happened? Are you all right?"-asked Kim. She didn't even notice Smith who was observing her during their little conversation.

"It's a long story, Kim. And I don't think I can talk about it. But we really need a room. Just for the night."

"Of course. But come in."- said Kim and now she noticed Smith.

"Oh, yes. You haven't know each other yet. Kim, this is Smith. Smith, she is my friend, Kim Rogers."-said Kate.

"Hi!"-said Kim.

"Mrs. Rogers."-said Smith as he was watching the sandwiches in her hands.

"Oh, yes. You know, I'm eating for two now."

"Two what?"-asked Smith.

Now it was too much. But Kate didn't know how far she could go. She didn't want to provoke Smith but that last question was so insulting. She had to do something. Finally she elbowed him and gave him a dirty look.

"Behave, Smith! I'm sorry, Kim. It's just his way."

Kim was smiling.

"Doesn't matter. Really. I'm not an easy-offended type. And I think you're right, Smith."-said Kim and closed the door behind them.

Inside in the light both of them looked worse.

"What's going on here?"-asked a black man.

"Hank! Kim haven't replaced you yet?"-asked Kate with a huge smile.

"Kate! Hi! What are you doing here? But... Holy God! Are you all right?"- asked Hank as he approached her.

He hugged her and then he could see Smith.

"But as I can see you replaced Dave."-smiled Hank.

"No. He is just Smith. He is my... er... uh.. my colleague."

"Well, Mr. Just Smith. Please to meet you."-said Hank as he reached his hand towards Smith.

"Mr. Rogers."-said Smith. And now he had to shake hands. Again.

"The name is Hank, please. Kate's friends are my friends."

"They need a room for the night, Hank."-said Kim.

"No problem. I think we have a free one. But we should call a doctor first."

"No!"-said Smith and Kate at the same time.

"OK. All right. All right. But are you sure?"-asked Hank.

"Yes!"-said both of them again.

"Well then, let's go Smith. We will see to that room."-said Hank. He was quite surprised but what could he do? He didn't want to force them.

Smith looked at Kate. She nodded and Smith went with Hank.

"Come with me, please."-said Kim and led Kate in the kitchen and pulled a chair out for her.

"Take a seat. You must be very tired."

"You're right. This work is really exhausting and Smith doesn't make it easier."

Kim turned to Kate with a huge smile:

"You two?"

"No! God forbid!"-frowned Kate.

"Why?"-asked Kim and opened the freezer. She was looking for some ice.

"Kim, you have a really extended imagination. As usual. But I love Dave. And Smith? Well, Smith ... It's so complicated!-said Kate and remained silent.

"Here! Put it on your shoulder. It might help a little."-said Kim and gave her the ice.

"Thanks."

"So what about this Smith guy? He couldn't be so bad."

"No. He is worse. The worst person I've ever met. He is a freak show. He is arrogant, ill tempered, stubborn, rough. And these are just his good points. He has a superiority complex, he doesn't care about other people's feelings and.... and ... he. He is so .... he is..."

"He is cute."-said Kim with a smile. Then she turned and she was looking for the first aid kit.

"Kim!"

"Why? It's obvious. Or is he.... you know..."

"No. He isn't."

"Or has he got a girlfriend? Is he married?"

"Smith? No."

"Then what is the problem?"

"Nothing. I don't like him. He doesn't like me. I love Dave. There is no problem."

"Sure."-said Kim. She was still rummaging around the kitchen.

"What?"

"Mmm. Nothing. I just know you. And you always did it in the college."

"Did what?"

"That 'list everything AGAINST the guy' thing. That's how you want to protest against your feelings. But it won't work. I can read you like a book. And with saying 'I love Dave' over and over again you just want to persuade nobody but yourself."

"No. You're wrong. I really love Dave."

"That's it. You said it again."

"When did you become a psychologist?

"It's not necessary."

"We've just met."

"It's enough time."

"Please, Kim. You don't even know him. You have to stand in line to hate him."

"Why? Is he a racist?"

"No. He hates every human in the same way."

"But it seems that he cares about you."

"Kim, please. I'm too tired to debate with you. Just drop the subject, OK?"

"All right. Let's talk about something else. I'm sure your journey is classified so .... "

"Let's talk about you."

"Oh, my life isn't so interesting as yours."

"But sooner it will, I'm sure."-said Kate and looked at her.

"Oh, yes. I think you're right."-said Kim with a huge smile.

"When do you expect him or her to arrive?"

"He is coming soon."

"He? How do you know?"

"I feel it."- said Kim. "That's it!-said she when she found the first aid kit.

Then she turned to her:

"Here you are. Go to your room, take a shower and ..... tell Smith to take care of you."-finished Kim and as she looked at Kate she started to laugh.

"Kim! You will never change!"-said Kate and she also started laughing. - - -

In the meantime Smith and Hank did the check-in. Hank looked at Smith.

"Are you sure that everything is all right, buddy?"

"Nothing I can't handle, Mr. Rogers."

"I don't want to hurt you but you look awful. So does Kate. I hope the guys who did this to you are in the same condition. At least."

"Don't worry, Mr. Rogers. They are in a worse condition."

"How bad?"

"Most of them are dead."-said Smith and looked at Hank with his usual blank face.

"OK, Smith. I don't think I want to know more. I don't care who you are or what you did just take care of her. She has already suffered enough. She deserves better."

"Yes. Me."-said Smith.

But Hank didn't know how Smith meant it. For him it meant something else. So he was smiling at him and nodded.

"What do you know about that Dave?"-asked Smith.

"Dave? He is her boyfriend. But if you ask me I don't like him. He is a sneak. You know. I can't imagine why Kate is still with him. But I didn't say anything, OK?"- asked Hank and looked at Smith.

He nodded.

"All right. Here is the key. Now we should find the ladies. Come."-said Hank.

They went in the kitchen. Kate and Kim was still laughing. Finally Kate was ready to go.

"Wait a little!"-said Kim and left them in the kitchen.

She came back with clothes. For Kate and for Smith too. She gave it to Kate.

"Here! You might need these things. I don't know your size but I think these would be good."

"Thank you."-said Kate.

Hank and Kim walked with them to show their room. It was in a little house not far from the main building.

"It hasn't finished yet. But the first floor is habitable. So it is just yours."-said Hank.

"Are you sure that's all you need?"-asked Kim as she looked at Kate.

"Yes. Thank you."-said Kate and hugged both of them.

Smith just nodded to them as they walked away. Then they went in and Smith closed the door.

"Now they will be all right."-said Hank with a smile and looked at Kim.

"Yes. I'm sure."- said Kim. "They look good together."

Then they headed back to their house.