Back on Track Chptr 2
Cleaning House
Jay came off the main highway and onto the street that told her she had just entered Seacouver. She made her way onto Grant and Fifth Street; there was a rundown warehouse she wanted to get to. The building was maybe fifty years old, but sturdy, there were hideous looking gargoyles at each corner of the building, making the building unique in it's day and now…..
She took her bike behind the building, broke an old rusted off an even older loading bay door and opened it. She then rode her bike into the pitch black building; the only light shining from her headlight to light her path.
She pulled up to the wrought iron spiral staircase and turned off the growling motorcycle. She then slid off the bike with ease and made her way up the staircase. When she reached the top of the stairs she went to her right for five feet against the wall until she came to the main power breaker and flipped it on, the building came to life, the lights coming on in waves revealing treasures hidden in darkness, many of them covered with white drop cloths and tarps. She went from cloth to cloth pulling them off; clouds of dust and lint filled the air. She revealed the suede living room set and oak tables that accompanied it. She pulled the cloths covering the wall down unearthing the massive library surrounding the entire room. Jay worked late into the night opening up and airing out the living space, before she fell asleep on the huge suede chaise lounge near gigantic many paned windows; across the street her activity was recorded for posterity.
While she slept she dreamed of her Razor, her man, her immortal who was dead for nine months. She dreamed she was on the back of his bike with him her arms surrounding his lean waist; the wind flowing thru her hair, hugging him tightly. She slept all thru the night dreaming of her Razor.
She spent the next week restoring the place to its former glory. She cleaned the hardwood floors, dragged portraits and paintings out of storage and hung them in their former places of honor; she remade the massive wall to wall bed in the upper loft. She also found a couple of vintage Harleys waiting to be road tested and an Indian that was partly restored and probably never would be now. After the place had been dusted and scrubbed down, she decided it was time for her to get a job to keep her mind busy and avoid thinking about Razor.
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