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Post by Hannah on May 31, 2007 9:59:53 GMT -5
Hannah leaned against the counter in the kitchen, casting a curious eye around the room as she did so. She'd been in there before, but she hadn't given the place much attention.
Her stomach growled slightly, and she looked towards the stairs, waiting for Daniel to appear.
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Post by Daniel on Jun 1, 2007 17:36:07 GMT -5
And so he appeared. He came through the door, looking as dirty and disheveled as he had before, but his hands were clean because he just washed them. "Well then," he said, rubbing them together. "Let's get started." From the cupboard, he produced a jar of jam and a loaf of bread wrapped in a cloth. He then pulled two plates from the cabinet and set all of his items on the counter. "Now, the extent of my expertise involves cutting the slices of bread and then spreading jam on the bread. If you want something fancier than that...like toasted bread...you'll have to do it yourself."
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Post by Hannah on Jun 1, 2007 22:45:22 GMT -5
"I'm not too picky when I'm hungry," Hannah replied, shrugging her shoulders. "So, what's the story with this place?" She asked, watching as he set the food out, "I mean, if you don't mind me asking. I heard it used to be your grandfather's?"
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Post by Daniel on Jun 2, 2007 12:06:15 GMT -5
Daniel pulled out a knife and began slicing the bread. "That's right. My grandfather, my mum's dad, came over here from Kerry, Ireland, and kind benevolent soul that he was, saw a lot of poor Irish and felt sorry for them. So, having a little money himself, he bought this house, and did a little remodeling. Soon enough, he opened it as a cheap boarding house for young Irish men and women who had no families or were unwed young mothers, or that sort. It was open for a good long while, until he died. And then, it sort of just sat here empty for a while. And this his grandson- that being me," he said, and gave a short bow.
He opened the jar of jam and began spreading the dark red syrupy substance on the bed before he continued, "After hearing my father go on and on and on about doing something respectable with your life, decided I should do just that. My dad owns a store in midtown. Furniture. I could'a worked there, but Tom's already being groomed for that. So, I figured why not venture off on my own. I knew this house was here, and so I decided that being handy myself, I'd fix it up and open it. And that brings us to the present." He handed Hannah a plate with a sandwich and invited her to eat as he took a large bite.
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