Morning came, too soon though. Izzy had the kitchen fired up for breakfast and was making quite a racket. Charlotte made her way to the kitchen. Her body ached with every step. "Izzy, why so early?" She smiled. "Well our guest is in need of food. So I thought I do some cooking." Charlotte grumbled, "Don't kill him." Izzy's jaw dropped and threw a piece of egg at her. "Hey!" Charlotte laughed, "That's not nice!"
Charlotte crept up to the room which held the man. She opened the door slowly, letting it creek a little. "Morning." She smiled down at the man who looked considerably lively for his state of being. "Looking better I might say." He nodded his head, "Still bit by the frost though, how are you feeling?" He cleared his throat, it sounded as if there was phlegm caught up inside his throat, his breathing raspy and strained. "Not …. Bad." He was quiet, his words slow. Jack must have nipped too hard on this poor soul. "Would you like me to get anything for you, water? Food? Any thing?" He shook his head, "No thank you." She nodded and turned to leave but stopped and turned back around. "Excuse me? But I do wonder this but what is your name?" He looked up at her, his sunken eyes for the first time became full of life. "Grady Edlund." Charlotte smiled, "I like it, my name is Charlotte Jones. Welcome to our house." He smiled weakly back. Charlotte left to the kitchen.
"He is looking better, somewhat." Charlotte piped up as she entered the kitchen. "Oh really, I just saw him and he couldn't say a word, or move a muscle. Good joke Charlotte." By now, Izzy already had food on the plates ready to be served, eggs, pork sausages, and toast with grape jam. She left two plates on the counter and left with one plate in Grady's direction.
She came back for her own food. They sat there in the living room, trying to get a clear channel on the television. "Damn storm. We need entertainment." Charlotte giggled at Izzy's statement, "Yup, a couple of twenty year olds cant think of a single thing to do other than the television." Both chuckled and stuffed the food into their faces.
"It looks like the storm is not going to let up anytime soon." Izzy muttered as she peered out the window. Charlotte for the first time today looked outside. All they saw was white. The snow came down thick and heavy. "Well….. go see if we have any channels on the radio." Charlotte took up the broadcaster and switched it on. At first the channels came in blurry, then after a while of tuning they found a station. "Got one!"
…. Reports show that fourteen deaths accoured in the few day because of this snow storm, it looks like it wont clear up for another week or two. The temperature outside is a bone chilling ten below….
"Damn, I don't know how that man made it through all of that." Izzy muttered quietly. Charlotte nodded her head, "His name is Grady." Izzy looked at her in curiously. "How did you know that?" Charlotte looked back at her, "He told me." Izzy chuckled and shook her head, "Yeah and he did the polka, no really Charlotte, and the man can hardly open his eyes." Charlotte stood up suddenly. "Izzabell, I saw with my own eyes."
Charlotte took Izzy's plate and her own. She took them into the kitchen and cleansed them off. "Charlotte, go check up on the man," Izzy nagged while laying herself down on the couch, "Don't forget to get his plate too." Charlotte stuck out her tongue at her and took off towards Grady.
WRITER'S NOTE: ok im posting new chapters often, so keep in touch with this ;D you will like, I hope