Chapter 15
I woke up to someone ringing the doorbell and already guessed it was HIM. I moved towards the door and hear Mr. Buchanan yelling at him to go back to his house. After a few angry words were passed back and forth I heard hard stomping and I assumed he had left. I opened to see Mrs. Buchanan was here too. I joyfully invited them for breakfast. They declined politely but HE heard my invitation and turned around. He ran quickly towards me and declared that he has officially invited himself in. Greta slammed the door swiftly before he reached the porch. I laughed and so did the Buchanans. He stood by the door and said a few profanities before he stomped his way back to his house mumbling. When I was certain he couldn't hear me I asked them if they were free this Thursday. I was bored of having dinner by myself. They promised to show up. Mrs. Buchanan promised me her famous lasagna. I confessed that it is my favorite. She beamed, "In that case, I will bring two" They waved and left to see an old friend visiting from Chicago. He stood across the street staring at me. Then he hopped in his car and drove off.
Mrs. Finch was kind enough to lend me her casserole dish so I can make lazy pasta for dinner. I had loaned her my cookie cutters. She wanted it back so we exchanged utensils and I saw from the corner of my eyes that Milo was watching from across the street. I slowly felt myself going numb and I wanted to ask her to let me stay with her but I saw that one of the screamer's friends was there. He would happily rat me out. So I fearlessly went back to my house. It turns out it wasn't Milo at all. It was another friend of the screamer. I took a sigh of relief and went back to my house.
His ex-girlfriend showed up with the restraining order against HIM. I read it and had my lawyer read it before I signed it. She apologized for breaking in and left. HE was waiting outside eagerly like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck. When she gave him the papers his face fell. He glared at her for denying him his birthright. I laughed as he gave me dirty looks and walked back in without a word. I am sure he was talking to his lawyer. The guy checked it and had his ex girlfriend confirm the break-in. Then the guy lowered his head to say just go with the document. The guy yelled for an hour and realized that he is barred from the house. So he spent the next few minutes smashing his stuff and then calling his friends to help him clean up. They expressed their displeasure and tried to find a loophole but discovered it was ironclad.
Thursday was spend arranging the house and ordering food to cook Italian food. Greta and I had fun making it. We made mushroom on toast, Chicken soup, three types of pasta and Tiramisu. When they arrived we spend the evening talking about how they meet. Each one would interrupt the other for the sake of clarification. The other would nod their head to agree and continue. Some of the stories hilarious. I struggled to keep a straight face throughout dinner. When they walked to the pedestrian walkway I smiled and waved at them. They promised to visit again. I saw that HE sitting on his porch. He had a murderous expression engraved on his face. I decided he wasn't worth it so I closed the door and Greta locked it for good measure. I took the elevator to the secret garden upstairs and enjoyed watching Zach give up his exercise routine to dive into his binging habits and in a week he had gained every last pound he had lost. He was trying to motivate himself to get back out to go jogging but he had decided that he needs a break. He will have to get his old clothes back.