Tiny House on the Road by Celia Bonaduce

Author:Celia Bonaduce
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-11-28T14:22:21+00:00

Chapter 19

Vivien laid the arms of the futon flat and lay down on it, trying to get some sense of its comfort level as a bed. Taking Priscilla to San Diego was an insane idea, but she’d agreed to do it.

This is all Marco’s fault.

She heard Clay’s footsteps crunching toward her tiny house. The footsteps were followed by a knock. Clay might know how to high-five, but she doubted the knock came from him. She jumped up and answered the door. It was Priscilla with two mugs in her hands. Clay threaded his way into the house before Priscilla even spoke.

“I brought tea,” Priscilla said.

As she relieved Priscilla of the mugs and offered her hand to help the older woman into the house, Vivien realized Priscilla was wearing her rubber gloves.

“I thought we might go over our plans,” Priscilla said.

“Good idea,” Vivien said.

Vivien realized she’d spent so much time being outraged at Marco, she really hadn’t made any plans.

Vivien joined Clay on the far end of the futon and gestured to Priscilla to sit down.

“This is…” Priscilla studied the tiny space. “Certainly is going to be cozy.”

“Thanks for the tea,” Vivien said, skirting the issues of the coziness of her tiny space.

“Are you going to have to pack everything up?” Priscilla asked.

“Pack everything up?” Vivien asked, looking at her little home with new eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, won’t you have to take everything off the counters in the kitchen, and take those dishes and mugs off the shelf?” Priscilla said, then peered into the bathroom. “And put your toiletries in a box?”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Vivien said, with the sinking realization that she would.

“Good thing you’re a wiz at organization,” Priscilla said.

“Good thing,” Vivien said gloomily.

“I was thinking,” Priscilla said.

“Yes?” Vivien tried to control her panic. Priscilla’s thinking had serious consequences. This was not a thinker to be trifled with.

“I was thinking,” Priscilla said. “Perhaps I could bring a few more items for the Colonel to examine. That is, if you have space….”

Vivien’s initial thought was:

Do I look like I have space? This place is sixty-four square feet and it’s going to be you, me and a hundred-pound dog. That’s just over twenty-one square feet apiece.

But she said:

“What are you thinking of bringing?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Priscilla said, settling back. “This is all so new and exciting.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“I have a few old photograph albums I thought he might enjoy.”

Vivien cringed. Did Priscilla think the Colonel was going to have some personal interest in her life? She supposed that must happen a lot with celebrities—fans feeling as if they knew you and vice versa. Now that she was going through with this insane plan, she wanted to protect Priscilla from disappointment. She took a sip of tea to fortify herself. She looked across the futon at the little hopeful face, almost vibrating with excitement.

Vivien just didn’t have the heart to dissuade Priscilla. While she hoped with her entire being that Priscilla would back out of going, Vivien understood how much courage it was taking on Priscilla’s part to keep inching forward.

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