Chapter 32
After a few weeks we had fallen into a comfortable routine. Ruthie would join us in the mornings for breakfast and would leave half way through the morning, usually to make an enormous amount of lunch, she would then sit and eat with us before retreating upstairs to blog or read until the others left. She was sitting with us for longer and longer each day, she was also showing more emotions now. Her smile was infectious. After I was done with my lessons I would go knock on her door and sit in her room until her Dad called us for dinner or kicked me out. Then if I wasn't on patrol I would text her until she fell asleep.
We would sit on her bed and watch TV or movies, with her door open. She would cuddle up to me until her dad walked past and told us to separate, which he would often have to say twice on his way down the hallway, once to us and once to Paul and Rachel.
Ruthie had become quite close to Rachel and I could see why, Rachel was so patient with her and had mastered sign language much better than I had.
Rachel and I would often walk together on our way home and she would babble on about how great Ruthie is, which was a topic I was quite happy to join in on.
"Are you going to the gallery next week?" Rachel asked.
"Of course," I answered, Ruthie's enthusiasm was contagious and all the wolves were planning on making an appearance at the show.
"Would you like a lift with Paul and me?" she asked, "We're going as soon as I finish work."
"I've already promised to help set up, but I'll see you there."
She smiled and said, "of course you are," and disappeared into her house.