Chapter 65
Bryn walked over to the wall next to the bay window. He leaned his crutch against the closed bathroom door, testing his weight on his knee.
“Be careful,” Ellis cautioned.
Bryn didn’t pay any attention. He touched the wallpaper. “I used to have posters and pictures everywhere.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmm. Dancers. Men, women. My mother hated it. She tried to ban me from putting anything on the walls. I never listened. One day, she came in and tore everything down. I went to the gas station down the road and bought every dirty magazine I could find. Pussy and dicks were flying off the walls the next day.” Bryn chuckled. He spied his suitcase and scowled. He hobble-stalked past Ellis and leaned out the doorway. “Where are my boyfriend’s bags?”
The shy maid appeared, materializing from behind a white doorway farther down the hall. She didn’t speak. She pointed to another room.
“Get them in here.”
“Bryn, it’s okay. I can move—”