Chapter Thirty-Nine - Where Things Go
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Where Things Go
“He that is without sin among you, let him yeet the first stone.
(John 8:3)”
--Excerpt from The New Youth Bible of 2044
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“Do you want me to lay out the situation for you?” I asked as I helped Lucy to her feet. She paused, then stretched, and for a moment I was distracted by that little bit of belly that appeared when her shirt rode up.
“You make it sound serious,” she said.
“It sorta is,” I said. “We saved that girl, and uh, now she’s here. And she’s a bit of an orphan.”
Lucy turned and looked at me. “You’re so predictable.”
“What?” I asked.
She pulled me over, gave me an unfortunately chaste kiss, then used my shoulder as a place to rest her head while hugging me. “Predictable,” she muttered. “You saw the girl, felt bad about it, then decided she needed saving, right?”
“Well, I mean, at a certain angle you could certainly paint the situation to look like that,” I said.
She pinched my butt, or tried to. The armoured undersuit I was wearing made that a little hard. “Hmmph,” she said as she was robbed of one of her favourite past-times. “Well, whatever. We should have some funds, and as long as the girl doesn’t mind sleeping in the same room as the twins it should be okay.”
“Right, speaking of funds, I made lots of money.”
“Okay?”
“Like... multiple millions.”
Lucy pulled back and looked at me. “I guess that’ll help.”
“I thought you’d be more excited,” I said.
“Can we spend some of that on cute clothes?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes Lucy, we can.”
“Good. The rest... I guess rent? We’ll need proper food too. I don’t know if we can stay in this much luxury forever.”
“We could,” I said. I’d find a way, if it’s what Lucy wanted.
“It’s just a bit much,” she said. “But whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’ll find some school stuff for the kittens soon, including the new girl, and... I guess we’ll see where things go from there?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Maybe we can buy some other goodies? Or, uh, help people, somehow? Speaking of, I left Gomorrah in charge of the kittens.”
Lucy was confused for a moment, then I saw understanding flash in her eyes. “The nun?”
“The pyro nun, yeah,” I said.
“Cool! Let’s go say hi, and make sure the kids didn’t get themselves toasted.”
I was actually expecting... one of two things.
- Gomorrah buried under a pile of kittens, suffocating under their prying questions and being completely lost.