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“And I’m sure you’redyingto lug someone else’s clothes.”
“It’s good cardio.”
She laughed, evidently not realizing he was serious. “You’re funny. Anyway, feel free to use the machines anytime. If they still work.”
Eli peered at the brands. “Does Westinghouse still make washers and dryers?”
“I have no clue. I’ve never bought a major appliance. And the ones that came with the house will need to be nurtured.”
He liked that word, liked it a lot. And he liked that she didn’t immediately plan to gut the place. Sure, some of that prudence probably stemmed from being strapped for cash, but he pictured Iris as someone who cared about the mark she left on the world. She was the type to repurpose instead of discard whenever possible.
“Is the stove gas or electric?” Eli asked the question, not really caring about the answer, but it served to keep her with him a bit longer.
“It’s gas. I was so glad when I first arrived. The power had been cut off, and I thought I’d be taking cold showers until I got it turned on. But apparently the hot water heater is gas too. The tank is on the small side, so we’ll need to stagger our showers. I should probably consider a bathroom and laundry schedule—”
“It’s probably okay for now,” he cut in, seeing that she was getting stressed over all the little details.
Letting out a breath, she nodded with a grateful smile as they went back upstairs to the kitchen. “This is all new to me. I’m not great at…being in charge. But I’ll worry about it when the rest of the rooms are rented.”
“You’re doing fine.”
She blinked, gazing at him in wonder. “Am I?”
“Sure. My room is comfortable, everything is clean. And the bathroom is quite a unique experience. I’ve never seen a pink toilet before.”
For some reason, Iris burst out laughing. “Purple house. Pink toilet. What was Great-Aunt Gertie thinking?”
Eli smiled. Not because he understood the joke, but her amusement was infectious. “It was a different time?”
“I guess so. By the way…”
He listened as she filled him in about a communal fund for cooking oil, coffee, and the like, then instructed him to label his food. Frankly, he wasn’t worried about someone eating his protein bars or quaffing his canned beverages, but he nodded all the same.
“Anyway, that’s about it. I hope you like living here and that we’ll get along.”
“Me too,” he said.
It was difficult to imagine anyonenotgetting along with Iris, actually. She radiated a cartoon princess vibe. If she sang out in the yard, mice and squirrels and bluebirds would perch on her shoulder. Suddenly, they were just…staring at each other. Not speaking. Just staring. He was barely breathing, and she—
“I can definitely work out there,” Henry Dale said, stepping into the kitchen. “It wants tidying up, but that’s work I can do as well. And somebody left a really nice tool set. It’s a wonder nobody’s carted them off. Shed wasn’t even locked.”
“That’s St. Claire for you,” Iris said.
“Did you grow up here?” the older man asked.
Eli knew the answer, even as Iris shook her head. “No, my great-aunt lived in town. I inherited her house after she passed.”
“I went to school here,” Eli volunteered.
Then he realized that might mislead Iris even more if she thought he was local.How am I supposed to tell her we went to grade school together when she thinks I’m from here?
“From middle school on,” he added, hoping to clarify, but he’d already lost them.
Henry Dale was checking the hinges on all the kitchen cabinets, and Iris was asking the old man if it was possible to remove scuffs and stains from the flooring. A skilled tech witch might be able to do it; they didn’t just magically repair machines. They could also restore organic materials to pristine condition. But the old man wouldn’t have anything to do if Eli suggested to Iris that she could call Fix-It Witches and get a complete kitchen face-lift for a reasonable price. He gazed at Iris for a moment longer, but she continued the conversation with Henry Dale.
Usually he preferred to slip away unnoticed, but this time, it stung.
CHAPTER SIX
