Page 7 of Bradley


Font Size:  

I laughed. “Never!”

“We’ll see.” She held up a large gift bag. “A little gift for you.”

I took the bag, and we headed into the kitchen. “A little gift? This bag is huge! You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know, but I wanted to.” I stuck my hand into the bag, but she stopped me. “Wait, there is an order to this.”

“Then why did you give it to me?” I laughed as I handed it back to her. She reached in and removed a loaf of French bread. I frowned.

“Bread, so you may never go hungry.” I grinned as she stuck her hand back in and pulled out a bottle of olive oil. “May you always have health and well-being, plus it’s great to dip your bread in.”

I chuckled as she went back for more and removed a bottle of fancy pink salt and a candle. “Salt so you will always have flavor in your life, plus you can sprinkle it on slugs to kill them if you find any around the house.”

“Gross.”

“Here is a candle so that you will always have light.”

“Holy cow, how much do you have in there?” I asked as she dug for more.

She pulled out a pineapple, and I laughed. “May your home always be welcoming and blessed by friendship.”

“Aw.”

“Two more things.” She smiled my way as she handed the pineapple over and then pulled out a bottle of sparkling grape juice. “May you always have a reason to toast, and the last thing is in my pocket.” She pulled it out and handed me a dollar bill. “May you never be broke.”

“Oh, my god! Kayley. This is so cute! Thank you so much! That dollar might come in handy,” I told her as I set the pineapple beside the nonalcoholic wine and hugged her tightly again. “I have a feeling I’m going to need every spare dollar I can get!”

“I almost gave you a hundred-dollar bill,” she said around a chuckle. “Because one dollar isn’t going to get you much for this house, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“I appreciate it.” I glanced around. “I wish I had a few cups. We could open this bottle and toast to my new house.”

“I have cups in the car,” she said as she thumbed over her shoulder. “I also have some snacks. I saw that your car was still full of stuff. We can bring all of it in at once.”

“Fantastic. Why don’t we do that now?”

“No time like the present,” she remarked, and we headed out to lug in all the cleaning supplies, tools, and other things that I had brought with me. Of course, I only let her carry the light items, despite her protests.

We were just getting situated to start cleaning when there was another knock on the door, and a man’s voice reached us from the foyer.

“Kayley, Nolan? You guys still alive in here?”

Kayley and I laughed as we recognized Cam’s voice.

“We’re still alive,” I called out to him from the kitchen. He came around the corner grinning.

“I wasn’t sure if the ghost would have gotten you yet or not.”

“Ghost?” A shiver ran down my spine.

“Cam, don’t scare her like that. There are no ghosts. That’s an old wives’ tale.”

“Wait! There is an old wives’ tale about a ghost?”

Cameron and Kayley shared a glance, like whoops! Kayley turned to me. “There is no such thing as ghosts, Nolan.”

“But there is an old wives’ tale about ghosts? Like as in haunting this house?”

“Um, yeah,” Kayley said but waved it off. “It’s no big deal. It’s something that kids joke about.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com