Charlie dropped Jenny off at home and helped her unload the Bibles, noting the attention from next door. He'd have to ask Jenny if she ever had any problems. Then again, he reminded himself, Jenny could certainly handle herself. He loaded Baby Girl into her carrier as she howled in protest, the older black cat watching carefully.
He closed the door to his apartment and sat down on the plain couch. Jenny had always thrown an afghan on the couch, and she'd left him the blue-toned one she'd made when she learned to knit. He'd put it away, the memories too painful, but maybe it was time to get it out. He dug it out of the closet, gave it a sniff for freshness, and draped it over the couch.
Baby Girl immediately climbed up on the couch and began kneading the blanket as she purred. He got himself a drink of water and fired up the laptop.
Charlie closed it, hours later, with a notepad full of notes. He'd learned a lot. He checked the time and whistled. He had about 3 hours of sleep before he had to go back to work.
He headed off to bed.
Jeff opened his email after doing his morning God time, musing over what his brother had written. He'd always liked Jenny. Charlie was the one one who'd ever really mattereed to her; and they had been soulmates from the moment they met.
Charlie clearly wanted to patch things up; and Jenny certainly didn't hate him. But Charlie's control issues had nearly wrecked them.
Jenny's pride hadn't helped. Having been told 'You can't" her entire life, she was bound and determined to do everything for herself. It must have taken an amazing amount of restraint for them to come to this point: asking him for help in fixing Jenny's housing problem.
He had some ideas, but now he had to get to work. He picked up his paramedic bag and left the house.
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