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Chapter 9: hide little mouse
Weeks pass before I started to feel less shaken, and relaxed enough to enjoy our new temporary home. Washington DC is full of interesting people living lives that I would never even of dreamt of. Already we have met two people that work in white house and a man that were formally part of the president's personal guard. There was a little bar by our hotel that was great for food and had a little corner that was easy to watch as people entered, but could not be seen from the street. This had become our new favourite spot when we felt brave enough to venture into the world. It was from this spot that I noticed the calendar on the wall near the counter and felt my heart drop a little. A week until the anniversary of my mothers death and I wanted nothing more than to see her one more time, to ask her for advice.
"I want to go to New York." I look at Austin, who was chatting to one of the locals about the fishing that could be done in the lakes near the outskirts of the city. He looked back at me and frowned.
"Do you think that's a good idea? She'll guess that we would be going there." He looked at me with begging eyes but I already knew that I had won the fight.
"It's close to the anniversary, I want to see her, and Elliot." I look down, the remains of my brother had been buried right next to my mother and it felt right to be able to say goodbye to both at once, there death anniversary was only a month apart after all. I could see the fight in his eyes and I knew he was having an internal argument with himself as to whether my safety or my happiness was more important to him.
"Well okay… if you think it's a good idea." He got up and took my hand in his, leading me out of the diner I had gotten used to and to the hotel that we called home. He left me in the car whilst he packed up the few belongings we had and then peeled out of our temporary home like we had done a thousand times before. His hand found mine in the dark of the night and I smiled up at him before looking out of the window into the side mirror. Saying my goodbyes to another part of my life, and another home I never got to have.
