Phew…next chapter is up! Still need to work on the others ones a bit. But for now, this'll be it for a…well…bit heh. Enjoy. It's small, but enough.
"So…took'em in huh?".
"Yeah…..".
"So? What happened next?".
"…..Ok….".
Chapter 3 Living with Liz
The car itself was an old model, but seemed easy to stop around this time. The style was similar to a Human Monty Carlo. Its bottom color was green and its top color, above the long thin metal divider that was on the middle of each side of the car and led back to the trunk, was silver colored. The car was slightly larger to occupy Liz's...unique structure. It was starting to get dark now, the drive lasting for a few minutes. Randall and Randolph sat in the back, Randall on the right, huddled close to Randolph, who seemed slightly annoyed by something, angry perhaps, but no one really bothered to ask.
It was about fifteen minutes from the diner that they reached a house on the side of the road. It was an old place. It was a house colored white. The model was similar to those outland houses outside San Francisco. There were painted wooden steps leading up to the door, a fence-like border around it. There was a light outside that probably showed if anybody was home or not.
Liz parked the car in front. She helped the two out and they started inside. Randall felt the wood was cold beneath his feet, but felt a sort of aw to Liz, being so young, owning a house. He thought they may be able to get one when they get older, or better yet, their parents would have the same type of house.
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Liz asked them to get comfortable, so Randall took to the couch that was ahead, Randolph stopped and looked around at everything in the room.
The place looked like an admire station, but Randolph could not put on what it actually was. Starting from the ground up, there was a table ahead, the couch past that, two cushioned chairs on either side of the table. There was a drawer in the corner, a record player sitting on top. There was shelf on the top left wall, a radio was one of the things that caught his interest. Other than that, there were rugs on the floor, really nice rugs as a matter a fact. Around the top part of the wall were several things. There were mounted, probably stuffed animals, up on the wall. There were a few large ones on the floor and in a few corners as well. There was also a few pictures up too. Several showed a monster standing beside a plan, a smile on his face. Others had an old female, who looked almost like Liz as a matter a fact, was sewing up a dead animal. Much to his dismay, Randolph was feeling VERY uncomfortable.
"This is really cushioned Randolph!" Randall commented, bouncing on the couch, but being careful enough not to break it. Randolph didn't comment, having something else on his mind. Randall stopped what he was doing, looking at his older brother. "Is there something wrong?" he asked. Randolph didn't reply. Why was Randall happy? They won't see their parents because they couldn't get to them.
Randolph looked at him dead in the eye. "This...this is great and all Randall but...what about mom and dad?". Randall had stopped any indication that would refer to the word "happy". It was something he had forgotten. Randolph remembered Randall did have a tendency to forget things. But maybe other than that, Randall still thought there was hope they would find them. Randall was looking down at the rug on the floor, all four hands together. Randolph came over and took the seat beside hi. Randall was always the hopeful one. Crushing his hope was something Randolph couldn't do.
He placed his right arms around his younger brother. "I'm sorry" he started. Unnoticed to him, Liz was listening in the kitchen, looking at them. "Its...its just that where we are now...we...we don't have enough to find them...when...when we get jobs...we can get to them". Randall looked at him. "Liz could help...". "No...no...we can't give her our problems...she's done enough..." Randolph said, the last part having slight an angry tone. "...for us..." he quickly added. "But I...I just don't know what to do you know..." Randolph said, switching the subject to what he should do.
Randall could see his brother was being himself again. Randolph felt he had failed before he even started. Randall didn't want his brother thinking that. "Randolph...we'll get to them somehow...mom and dad can wait...after all" Randall started, laying his head on Randolph's lap, Randolph's hands falling to his brother's back, looking up.
"I have you...". Randolph respected that. He gave a smile, something he rarely did. "Well...".
The two looked over at the kitchen, seeing Liz look at them. "I was thinking..." she started, coming in.
"You two did a great job with cleaning the place up that...well...I think I know how you can get the money...". Randall instantly got up. "Really!". Randolph chuckled, seeing Randall instantly switch. "Well...I was wondering if..." Liz started, taking a seat in one of the chairs around the table. "That...you guys could work at the diner with me...".
The news was a little confusing. It needed a bit of "sorting out", and Randolph was the monster to do it. "We've never had a job before" Randolph informed. Liz laughed. "Oh its easy! All you have to do is clean the place up after house...maybe give a couple of the orders, make a few...I can teach you guys..." she said.
Randolph considered it. Randall, on the other hand, would be willing to do anything for their parents. So, they knew what to say in response. "Alright...how long do we need to do this?" Randolph asked, folding his arms. Liz thought about it. "Lets see...around four bucks and hour...about eight hours...thirty two dollars I think...a couple of days maybe.
"Perfect!" Randall yelped with joy. But another thought passed Randolph. "Wait...your boss...what if he...doesn't like...hiring workers like us...". Liz smirked. "I'll handle him". "What about the farmer?". "Don't worry about Farris...if he comes...I'll take care of him".
Randolph couldn't find anything else. There was no way out of it. "Er...fine...". "Good..." Liz started, getting up. "Well...I don't know about you two...but I'm starving.